I’m not really a mani-pedi kind of person – far too much hassle.
So the idea of having someone in house who is happy to paint my toenails for me should, in theory, be bliss.
Not necessarily the case when the kind helper in question is Boy Two.
If I'm going to get something, I usually get it in spades - luck (both kinds), children, clutter, dirty laundry, bright ideas, daft ideas...