“What the ………!”

I sat bolt upright in bed and then remembered that I had a very important interview with Uma Thurman about why an ageing git was so attractive to goddesses.

I jumped out of bed, forgetting that I’d parked my skateboard there in case I needed a quick getaway.

I scooted across the bedroom managing to avoid the antlers of the stuffed deer’s head on the wall. Whooping with triumph, I suddenly remembered that I’d left my undercrackers on the floor. I swerved past them, kicked the door open and shot down the hall.

I came to a beautiful stop just by the kettle.

I started filling it up having failed to realise that it was still plugged in and the water was splashing everywhere. I was aware of a stabbing flash of bright light and then nothing ………………….