I have been a patient in an ambulance twice before in my life.
The first time was when I was very young, and we had a light old 1930s vintage car with a canvas roof.
My father put me in the front passenger seat (no seatbelts then) and failed to close the door properly.
The second time was when I was 22, and riding my little Honda 50cc red motor cycle.
I was going to my piano lesson at the Dorrington home of my teacher, Alan Lane, father of the internationally renowned pianist Piers Lane.
I was early, so went for a little joyride in the suburb, turned on loose gravel in an unfamiliar street, and went off the bike. A few seconds later I remember a circle of feet around me, and a voice asking "Is she dead?"
Karen the Kleaner brought these cheerful flowers today.
After pink roses, I love yellow roses second best.
Have you purchased your Easter confectionary yet?