I was woken up at 5am this morning by Amelie, who was lying in bed, crying that she wanted the door left open. Bearing in mind that she's fully capable of opening it herself, I think that's proof of what I wrote yesterday about slavery. As we've established, I always do what she wants, so within five minutes I was getting up and opening it.

But as it happens, Amelie's open door policy opened the door to a photo opportunity. Two hours later, I stuck a zoom lens into her bedroom and snapped her with her cuddly toy...


I wanted to eye Am & the Walrus. Goo goo g'joob. She looks like her little brother in the scan photos. Relaxed to the point of laziness.

But fortunately (or unfortunately, depending on whether you have to live with her), she perked up shortly afterwards, and was soon heading into town with her mother to buy a new pair of shoes. Which explains where my credit card went to this morning. As Lisa wrote on Facebook, "Taking Amelie to Clarks to view the array of shoes they haven't got in her size".

After a bit of measuring, her size turned out to be 10H. Which is as close as you can get to an elephant without having a trunk. Lisa eventually settled on this pair for £32...


The Clarks website describes them as "Girls' shoes in on-trend shade of washed denim, perfect for teaming with fashionable dance-inspired skirts, leggings and tees for a pretty, urban look". The sales assistant described them as "the only shoe in her size". We're thinking of trying some Chinese foot binding.