My crusty yellow toenails looked like an animal’s claws and disgusted my children. But I cured them for ever with a simple, life-changing treatment. Here are the steps I took: SIMON MILLS

Prehensile. I had to sneak away to the bathroom and look up the word on my phone’s Google app, suspecting that it wasn’t going to be altogether complimentary.

It was during a work trip to Croatia when a colleague pointed to my Birkenstock-clad feet and said, out loud, to the whole group – as if revealing an extra gruesome detail at a fairground freak show: ‘Look everyone! Simon’s big toenails are prehensile!’

All eyes were now on my feet, particularly my yellow-tipped halluces.

‘Ew,’ was the collective response.

‘Disgusting,’ decided my colleague’s wife. ‘Why don’t you do something about them?’

Prehensile, by the way, means

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