Vanessa, my old uni roomie is visiting for a few days.
Her boyfriend buffed my nails, then hers, then his.
He offered after I'd trimmed and filed them, obviously feeling I wasn't doing a good enough job - which I wasn't: I can now see my reflection in my thumbnail.
Then I persuaded her to let him do hers and she relented. Miss Vanessa is not the nail/perfume/makeup type, but I argued that lots of girls would do anything to have a boyfriend who did that.
I wanted to fall asleep when he was doing them, like when you get the shiatsu head massage at the hairdresser. I am now determined to start going back to salons for manicures, pedicures and massages. Anything for well-being these days...