The moment before he disappeared my brother was going to tell me something. He was still all bandaged up, so I’d been reading him The Enchanted Wood...
I just sat there the whole time, listening to the Eastenders theme tune with a straight face like one of those comedians who never laughs at their own jokes.
I’d plucked the biggest carrot either of us had ever seen, was skipping with it in my hand swinging from its leaves like a child swings a favourite doll, by its hair.