I got the call yesterday morning. "Don't worry, everything's fine, but will you jump on your bike and meet me at the hospital as soon as you can? I've cut my leg with the chainsaw."
His voice was calm as he spoke. The only part that worried me was that he had said, "Don't worry," and "Everything's fine."
I felt fine as I got dressed and left the house but my legs were all wobbles as I pedalled up the hill. And when I couldn't see the road for my tears I decided to get some help. I flagged down a ute and asked the driver to please take my bike and I to the hospital, which he kindly did.
It was a long day of two hospitals, a doctor's clinic, sixteen sutures and lots of reading in waiting rooms.
Now when I say that I love PJ inside and out you'll know I'm serious, as now I've seen his interior.