Michael came to the house as arranged but in a worse state than expected. He was cycling to work this morning when a lorry, with a plank overhanging the side, overtook him and knocked him off his bike. He was taken to Oldchurch Hospital, patched up and sent home. He still looked pretty shaken up when I saw him.
We went to his aunt who lived in a turning off Parsloes Avenue. A bit ominous really, meeting relations is a sign of seriousness. Still, must remark on it to Carol. Perhaps Clive doesn’t like his relatives. (Tres catty!)