It’s now a Wednesday afternoon, twelve days later. Adam has recovered enough to be transferred…

Neil took Poppy on the Monday following the accident to the hospital in Wales. As…

Adam’s family were informed late Saturday night about his fall and his transfer to hospital…

We left Adam yesterday unconscious at the foot of the mountain from which he’d fallen.…

A Queen may have an annus horribilis, whereas Poppy – a mere council official –…

Her parents tried to calm her. They reminded her of their talk with her the previous day.
She wouldn’t listen. She’d finished with him. That’s that! He was history.
They told her that if she didn’t love him, that if he didn’t matter to her, she wouldn’t be over-reacting like this.
She told them that she was going home. “You are all on his side,” she chided angrily, “Sorry Mum, I know that you’ve gone to a lot of trouble, but this has been the worst birthday I’ve ever had. As for Adam, he is totally dead to me.”

Still a long way to go with re-reading, correcting and re-writing. Poppy and Adam, as…