what I do. My mother had good legs untrammelled by the ravages of the snaking vein of varicose. Asking her the reason, she would always reply that at every turn putting your feet up was the only way. Being of a slothful persuasion I have very much taken that onboard, even as I tap this out on my flat thing my legs are elevated. In fact I modestly admit for a stout lass my legs are one of my better features, a grand piano would be proud.
A soupçon just to let you know I’m still here...
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