I've written before about following sportspeople making their comebacks from ACL injuries but the one landmark I'm yet to see them admit to is 'getting back into high heels' (surely that's top of the list for most footballers?!)

Being 5'3" in the morning on a good day, I really miss my heels, so both times I've had the ACL replaced, this has been one of the first target dates in my diary.

Given the latest setback, I've not been looking at it too closely over the last few weeks but the spotlight shone on the issue again this morning as I was getting ready to go to a Christening. I don't have ANY flat shoes that go with the outfits I have that are suitable for Christenings.

After nearly 18 months of relative inactivity, I'm also around a stone over my fighting weight so the choice of outfits is also depressingly limited and those heels are very much needed if I'm not going to look VERY short, fat and stumpy (first world problems, I know).

I contemplated sticking on my recent uniform of (smart) jeans, nice top and flat riding boots but it just didn't feel right.

In the end, I had to dive out to get my daughter some tights to go with her 'party dress' for the day (why do toddlers have growth spurts at the most inopportune moments?) so took the opportunity to taunt myself with a quick look at the pretty summer shoes that are coming in and then....

...to my joy, kitten heels are back! I know they're much maligned in fashion circles - neither one thing nor the other - but they represented a chance of not being completely dowdy and actually 'on trend' to boot! Surely a day in one inch heels couldn't do that much damage?!!

I bought them. Two pairs. And wore the one. No dancing but by heck did they make me feel better.

I may have lost full extension in my knee over the course of the day (whoops!) but I can deal with that tomorrow. It was worth it!