Worc, dun, worc mummy.

As in I would like to walk, can I get down please Mother dearest?

After toddling and wobbling about over the bank holiday weekend, she got up on Tuesday morning and walked. Like a proper, real walk. And she looked at me as if to say what, it ain't that hard you stupid woman.

So, finally, we have a walker.

Let the shoe shopping commence...

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