Itchy feet means what?

Does anyone know if it is possible to have chilblains in summer? I know that for nearly all of the latter part of August and the beginning of September, that my feet were rapidly turning into webbed toes and in the end I chucked away my little purple pumps.
I loved those shoes, but I think that they had got so wet so many times, that my feet were never warm in them.
I now have a red patch on my left foot just above the little toe, that when it gets warm, it itches like hell.
So once again I ask: is it possible to have bally chilblains in summer or am I just allergic to my slippers?

Me and my itchy foot had a lazy day today, as I had to wait in for a builder to look at my bedroom window frame, which is rapidly falling apart even though I had new windows in January 2010.
By the time he came, I had re-potted all my hanging baskets out the back of my bungalow... and yes I am smug, but they are going to look really good this autumn...and four of my planters have also been planted up again.
Then I wrote out eighteen postcards for various competitions and finished off another four prize puzzles before cooking up a bolognese for lunch and eating it.
The builder came eventually, moaned a lot, took some photos and then left after a whole ten minutes. His verdict was that, yes the windows have to come out and a new frame put in and I should chase them up if they don't contact me within three weeks...bye.
Didn't I tell them all that on the phone about three weeks ago?!

Hannah came round just after he left to give me my physio at mine, which always more relaxing and not so hot as having it done at either St Mike's or St Pete's.
I'm not sure why hospitals have to be so hot. But believe me when you are balancing on a treatment bed with your hips resting on two air filled pillows and the treatment bed's head tilted down so you are hanging on to the bed for grim death, while literally having the crap pummeled out of you, it's not a smidgen relaxing and very hot.
At home, you lay on your bed still with pillows under your hips to aid the postural drainage and you still get the crap beaten out of you, but it's a far better experience.
Hannah did comment on the fact that she could feel my rib cage more when pummelling my lung area on my sides and I have noticed that since I've lost weight, it does get a little bit tender afterwards and I've still got a stone to lose yet. She reckons it will be like playing a xylophone then!
Though, whether I'm slimmer or a chubby, I still get a stonking headache afterwards.

Went to see the latest film version of Jane Eyre at the cinema tonight with Ann.
I do wish that people didn't buy huge bags of popcorn, as in an atmospheric film such as this one, the rustling of hands in the popcorn bag and god forbid the loud munching, all rather kills the mood of an anguished love story!
As it ended she was still eating the damn stuff. I hope it makes her constipated!

Lots of love Debbie x