Nell: Did you manage to sleep?
Me: On and off. I was awake very early,
Nell: Yes, I know. You had better tell everyone what happened yesterday.
Me: I tripped and fell in the kitchen.
Nell: You managed to stick a fork in your arm.
Me: I fell onto the open dishwasher.
Nell: I know. I was there.
Me: I pulled the fork out. There wasn’t too much blood.
Nell: It was just you and me at home.
Me: It was.
Nell: Everyone else was at Sunday Songs.
Me: They were.
Nell: I had a hat on.
Me: You did.
Nell: You lay on the floor for a while.
Me: You had a drink of water.
Nell: I thought I might as well have a little refreshment as you were taking so long to get up.
Me: I needed time to recover.
Nell: You continued unpacking the dishwasher until you realised you couldn’t lift anything.
Me: I think I might have been in shock.
Nell: We never got to Sunday Songs.
Me: No, we didn’t.
Nell: Everyone fussed over you when they got home.
Me: Yes. They did.
Nell: Sally was wearing a hat.
Me: She was but I still think she went to check up on Lady Anwen.
Nell: Who was very nice to you.
Me: Yes, she was.
Nell: As was Lionel King.
Me: I suppose so.
Nell: He gave you a boiled sweet for the shock.
Me: I didn’t want a boiled sweet.
Nell: It was kind.
Me: True.
Nell: So, now you’re covered in bruises with a hole in your arm.
Me: It’s a tiny hole. I was lucky.
Nell: You didn’t look lucky.
Me: I didn’t feel lucky but I was. It could have been much worse.
Nell: Don’t do that again.
Me: No. Sorry.
