So yesterday I’m making a tasty lunch, open-face boiled-egg sandwiches on raisin-and-walnut toast with a walnut-and-gruyère salad, and I’m slicing the cheese, and all of a sudden part of my finger is missing and I’m bleeding fat red drops into the sink. Then the dizziness and the spots of light in front of my eyes, so a wobbly walk to bed for a lie-down while Maud bandaged me up. Today I can still feel my heart beating in my finger.