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Est says, to cheer me up, she'll give me a ride home.

The shopping trolley is big enough for me, but Est isn't big enough to push us both.

The pavement slopes away to the right and so do I, control lost, slipping sideways til the kerb rears like a precipice and I stop for one beautiful moment when I think I'm safe, teetering trolley and too scared to scream-

and then we fall over, me in the trolley, Est caught up under its wheels, I hit the road like a sack of potatoes and I laugh so hard and so loud that I think I might explode from the inside out.

I'm bruised. It did cheer me up.