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Today my mum took me to an orthopoedist, or possibly a podiatrist, I forget. He drew on my ankles in pen and pronounced me duck-footed. Oh well, my insoles were pretty old anyway, I guess new ones can't hurt. And he had a foot skeleton on his desk. Did you know that the heel bone isn't round, but actually sort of lumpy like a bit of dead tree?

Anyway, first day of school - my new timetable is nice and balanced, and messily highlighted as per usual. Now I just have to actually start doing some, you know, work...