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Woke up yesterday morning with an agonising pain in my left foot. Stumbled around all day unable to put my foot down properly. I wondered whether I'd somehow broken a bone in it earlier in the week. It was only just after 9.30 when I mentioned my foot pain to the parents, that my father guessed straight away what it was, and a quick examination of the red swelling at the joint at the base of my big toe confirmed it.

Gout.

Not, alas, from an excess of good living in my case; gout runs in my family and has now caught up with me.

My father, a sufferer himself, let me have one of his tablets. Didn't sleep a wink with the pain.

Another tablet this morning. Still limping and still painful but not as bad as yesterday, touch wood...