My extensive foot notes might not have attracted much sympathy on this blog, but if there's one person I can rely on for a bit of comfort, support and encouragement, it's my two-year-old daughter. I went to get Amelie out of her cot this morning, and as I walked into her bedroom, she jumped up, took one look at me, and said:

"Your foot is better now?"

Naturally I lied through my teeth and told her that yes, it feels a bit better. To which she nodded enthusiastically and replied:

"It might turn into a big smile!"

Well, I've certainly had to grin and bear it. To be honest it's been no better at all today. I'm not sure the sofa's so good for the sole.