It's not easy being an angel when you have the tattoos of a navvy...

The trouble with those temporary transfers is that they're just not temporary enough. She's had a dinosaur on her arm for the past three weeks, and it still won't come off. She looks like a bridesmaid at Kerry Katona's wedding.

But body art aside, yesterday featured that traditional combination of festive treats: a Christmas Concert and a doctor's appointment. Having made a miracle recovery on Thursday, Amelie tumbled back down the ill hill overnight, complaining that her ear was painful, and that she couldn't sleep. Which in turn did the same for me and Lisa.

I'd already had an exhausting evening, trailing around Asda with an old woman who wants to spend her entire state pension on luxury goods for other people, while she lives on beetroot and Rich Tea biscuits. By the time I'd been through a re-run of last year's Vodka episode, the last thing I needed was a sleepless night with an unwell child. Quite honestly, by Friday morning, Lisa and I felt worse than Amelie did. And she felt bad enough to wear a hat to bed...

... I did wonder whether a woolly hat was really the best way to bring down a high temperature, but she wouldn't be persuaded otherwise. She said it would help her ear.

So on Friday morning, rather than ironing Amelie's angel outfit, Lisa was on the phone to the doctor, making an appointment for the end of the afternoon. At the time, I wasn't sure she'd make it to her Christmas Concert, but in the world of musical theatre, the show must go on, and like a stage school trooper, she was there...

You wouldn't believe how long it took me to add all those Santa faces. But it was time well spent. I'm quite keen to avoid Operation Yewtree.

Anyhoo, the important thing to note is that even when they stand Amelie next to a boy in a giant top hat, she's still the tallest one in the class. And I can't believe the fuss about her going as an angel; there's a Gruffalo on the left.

To be honest, I assumed photography would be outlawed for paedophilic reasons, but the moment the kids took to the stage, everyone was whipping out their cameras, so on the basis that there's safety in numbers (and Yewtree can only raid one home at a time) I quickly followed suit. I took some video too, but I'm still working out how to pixelate the other children for broadcast. It's like being employed on Panorama.

Anyhoo, the concert itself was a triumph, and naturally Amelie was the star. A lot of the children seemed to be there for decorative purposes only, and did very little singing, so frankly Amelie carried the whole show. Her enthusiastic hand gestures during 'We Wish You a Merry Christmas' were the stand out performance of the afternoon, and she took it upon herself to curtsey at the end of every song. She was a true professional from start to finish, and I'll be selling the videos to The Daily Mail when she's famous.

With the concert over, the children were led out of the hall in a snake formation, with each child's hands on the shoulders of the one in front. It was quite a sweet moment. Until Lisa said it reminded her of Sandy Hook. I suppose we've got a lot to be grateful for.