I went to the pub at lunchtime to help the landlady arrange the furniture. One of my family had popped round for a cup of coffee, and he came with me to help. He had arranged to meet his partner and her daughter, whose eighteenth birthday it is. They duly arrived. I went outside and looked up suddenly. I don't know what happened but I lost my balance, fell and cut one knee quite badly, and a hand. While I was cleaning my hand I began to feel faint. I went in the pub to summon help. I was helped to sit down, and passed out for I don't know how long. I'd love to go out later but don't feel none too clever. Besides, the cuts are still open. My two family will call round again later, after they have taken her daughter out for a celebration dinner. My brother is working a very long shift this afternoon, and will come round if he is able.
I am so embarrassed and ashamed. That's twice now that I've conked out in the same place. That poor girl. Many girls might be offered a theatre ticket as a birthday present. But not this girl, oh no. All she gets is a sodding melodrama written, choreographed and acted by me, with a cast of one. I'm so sorry girl.
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