Maddie, Paddington 1981, the young doctor

The leg itself has healed entirely, the doctor told me when he sawed the cast off, stressing that word entirely, but perhaps next time I might ask the gardener to clear the leaves from the gutters rather than getting up on the roof myself. He was one of those doctors who’d have been pointing a finger at me if all his fingers hadn’t been on duty for the sawing. As it was, he was shaking his head, a smug smile stuck to his face like it was a regular visitor. He can’t be older than fifty, and he’s not my usual doctor, Dr McKellar, who would never be so condescending and would likely encourage me to get up on the roof if that’s what I felt like doing, which I did, obviously, or you wouldn’t have found me up there and I wouldn’t have fallen off. Not only that, the assumption I have a gardener is offensive to me…

Available 1 April.