I feel as though I am currently living two different shoe lives. My public life is spent constantly running around in high heels. Functions, nights out, weddings, funerals, meetings with the bank manager and more are all attended in heels – the higher, the better. But the private me, the mommy playing football in the garden, running in the park or trying to manoeuvre the trolley with the wonky wheels at the supermarket, spends her time in flat ballerina pumps. They are so much more comfortable and I can do so much more when I’m wearing them. But, try as I might to convert myself to their merits, I still…