|The horror! Here I have painted over the gel and I am starting to pick it off from the bottom|
|Can you ever forgive me, my poor little nails? Will you ever recover?|
The only thing for it is to cut off all my nails - which by this stage are damaged and peeling and pathetic, poor little things - and start again. Oh - and cover up the mess with a bright-as-bedamned shade of neon green, which is the only good thing about this sorry little tale.