I was halfway through reading Black Beauty and then I broke my arm, I never blamed this on Anna Sewell even though I was so engrossed in her novel that I never saw the car that hit me, but that taught me absolutely nothing,

I finished the book, The surgeon fixed my arm, the nurse gave me a lollypop because she said that I was too young for a glass of Mackeson, which, by the way, they gave to patients in the old days before everything got modern.

That was in the old infirmary where Nan worked for a time, a Victorian throwback which happened not to be a drawback to the work they did there and it's still there but now surrounded by a fine coat of even finer building where they do finer work or so I've been told,
but I'm old and they'll tell me anything to shut me up.