This is not a post about books – It’s a musing about fingernails!
I tend to keep my nails really short – it’s a habit – I used to be a fiddle player. My nails have never been strong either, flaking at the slightest exposure to harsh treatment; but apart from painting on nail strengthener when I remember and filing the odd rough edge, they get no special care.
Just occasionally, a fingernail will grow and not get broken and I’ll see how long I can get it – just for fun. Well today, I gave up on my right little fingernail. It’s lasted for several weeks and also naturally shaped itself and looks lovely – my daughter wishes her nails would grow that long. But now it’s in the way! I can’t type properly with it and I’m conscious of it all the time as it pokes into your palm when you close your hand, and importantly is there when you’re holding a book. There is something about a nicely shaped nail that makes your fingers look longer but this one is a distraction. It has to go…
Done! Trimmed back to a neat 1mm – it instantly feels better.