Putting his best foot forward I have hideous feet. With age they’ve become irreparably gnarled, like antique driftwood battered and deformed by the tumultuous seas of life, and they’re criss-crossed by asparagus veins of an indeterminately nauseating colour. Their bones are chipped and broken, the result of a terrible skiing accident in the Swiss Alps..
Ceci est un extrait de mon livre Le temps passé avec vous fut bref mais tordant. The English version from My Time with You Has Been Short but Very Funny follows the French. Demain, je vous parlerai du merveilleux podiatre qui s’occupe de mes os cassés. J’ai un pied cassé… une fois de plus. Tomorrow..