Cue lots of kind concern and offers to make tea, and the magical appearance from somebody's drawer of a box of Mr kipling's chocolate fingers with sticky icing.
Lou surfaces and tosses me a hideous pair of these super-calf-toner trainers, the type with suspension better suited to a four-by-four. there's a two-inch-deep chunk of bright white sole, curved like the belly of a sailing boat. Not what a recently dumped girl in dubt of her own desirability needs.