So off I trotted and found him in the toilet, where he was sparkled on the floor, big gash in his head. He’d gone to the toilet, had a fit, fallen forward, and banged his head on the sink, which had knocked him out. Guess what? We brought him round, he said he was all right, and we carried on. I should call the book that, shouldn’t I? He Said He Was All Right So We Carried On.
