someone needs me for something important

I’m still mending this jumper.

It’s taking a long time.

I thought it had only two small holes.

But the whole jumper is nearly a hole. It needs comprehensive reinforcement.

Oh oh oh.

First of all I must check on Lopsy and Ted.

I’ve been telephoning them every day since I heard that they had The Virus.

I’m glad that Teddy and Lopsy are over the worst.

I’ll try to think of something tasty for Lopsy.

I wonder if she likes wholemeal oven-baked biscuits enrobed in rich creamy milk chocolate. They’re on offer at the Co-op at the moment.

Now I really had better get back to the jumper.

I must get it mended quickly. The weather isn’t getting any warmer.

I thought I could wear my anorak while the jumper is out of action.

Unfortunately the anorak needs mending too.

A few stitches in time would have saved ninety-nine.

I must give up procrastinating. I’ll concentrate on that next year.

The moths must have been feeling very hungry.

Ring-ring. Ring-ring.

Oh. The telephone. Who can that be?

I hope it’s not The Virus.

(I fell down the stairs a year or two ago. It was a voluntary fall, when I was feeling in need of excitement.)

Well, this is a bit of a dilemma.

Surely the medical staff know best.

And if leaving hospital too soon makes Peter worse, that will just put more pressure on the Health Service in the long run.

But he is my cousin.

And anyway, I’ve said yes now. So it’s too late to worry about it.

I think I’d better bring Peter back to my house first of all, to convalesce.

It wouldn’t be right to leave him all on his own at home, with no one to get his meals or make sure he doesn’t fall downstairs again.

But I can’t fit him on the back of my bicycle.

Perhaps Monkey could come with his fruit-kebab van to transport Peter.

I’ll telephone him.

Who else can I ask for help, I wonder.

Ellie’s very fast on her electric scooter.

But she couldn’t fit a whole bear on the back of it.

Well, I believe hospital beds have wheels.

I can probably tie Peter’s bed to the back of my bicycle, and tow him home.

I think that is the best plan.

I’ll need a rope. And my bicycle helmet. And a mask, for going into the hospital.

Then I’ll make some sandwiches and set off.

Poor old Peter.

I hope I succeed in kidnapping him.

I’ve been feeling feeble and useless lately. It’s nice to be needed.