It's just typical that the day of the long awaited appointment with the specialist dawns and my knee is the best it's been for months!

Instead of hobbling and limping I've been walking briskly, going up and downstairs (a little gingerly) and even risking the odd (weight bearing) bend of knee. Of course, this is all thanks to the fact that CC is here and so I've been able to rest more.

It was rather difficult to explain to the the Doctor exactly how painful it was and what a problem it was to get around. Even when he pulled, pushed and bent the offending knee it didn't hurt that much. I was beginning to feel a bit of a fraud.

But when he perused the x-ray and MRI scan he announced that I had deformed kneecaps - both of them. They were 'made like that' he said, 'from birth'. 'Pity I can't have new ones', I said. 'Oh but you could, he replied, 'I put one in only yesterday. However, you are not ready for surgery yet'.

He prescribed a knee support and ten sessions of physiotherapy to stretch the thigh muscle and said I could have another cortisone injection if it played up again and that it might be possible to inject a gel to support the kneecap.

Sounds like having a breast implant in your leg!