Here it comes. You can’t miss it. It’s the sound of summer in the city – a quiet noise that gradually, over the course of a few sun-filled days, builds to a giant crescendo. Clickety-clack, clickety-clack, clickety-clack. It’s everywhere from the steps of the Underground to the pavement-pounding in between: say hello to the summer sandal, flip-flopping its way all over town.

Of course, with the annual advent of the summer shoe fest, so the annual footcare issues hot-step it towards us. By that, I don’t mean the polish or no polish issue (and if you go to foot guru Bastien Gonzalez then, believe me, polish-free is just as glamorous an option). I mean the realisation that daily foot care – or at least intended daily care, which might average into a minimum of weekly maintenance – becomes essential.