Manolo says, it is Monday and you are back at your desk suffering from your traditional post Super Duper Bowl hangover. However, this hangover is not because you drank too much beer, for indeed you did not.

Rather, you are suffering because you ate too much of your neighbor’s infamous “Super Bowl Sunday Nachos”, the dish which involves five pounds of corn chips, two pounds of shredded pork carnitas, the jumbo can of sliced jalapeños, and the entire block of Velveeta “Cheese”, melted and jumbled together with assorted ornamental and condimental foodstuffs which are best forgotten.

Of the course, the whole time you were shoveling these into your mouth, during the first and second quarters of the game, you knew you should have stopped at none, but you couldn’t because they were delicious in that greasy, tasty way that the most horrible foods usually are.

And now, today, you are paying the price.

But, no worries, for you have resolved to go to the gym straight after work, where you will jog on the treadmill for five minutes before hitting the sauna for the good, long steambath.

Look! Striking Elizabeth and James Beaded Peep-Toe Slingbacks.

Perhaps not the cure for your tummy, but certainly the salve for your shoe-loving soul.

Manolo says, here are the few links which may amuse (or horrify)…

Stupid rain.

‘Absolutely! I’m not going to lie. But no pain, no gain, as they say. I don’t mind. I will suffer.

#15…Rupert Grint, Rich Man.