‘Jelly, Jeanette.’ I knew it, I’d died and the angels were giving me jelly. I opened my eyes expecting to see a pair of wings. ‘Come on, eat up,’ the voice encouraged. ‘Are you an angel?’ I asked hopefully. ‘Not quite, I’m a doctor. But she’s an angel, aren’t you nurse?’ The angel blushed. ‘I can hear,’ I said, to no one in particular. ‘Eat your jelly,’ said the nurse.
