"I got up feeling sore all over, except for a total lack of sensation in my left arm, which later turned out to be broken. On reflection, I think I can be grateful for that broken arm because landing with my arm underneath me probably cushioned the fall and saved my back. Anyway, complete with broken arm, I got Peter on to my back again and completed the remaining two hundred yards to his home and the other couple of hundred to mine. I dared not tell my father that I had fallen from a tree in the vicarage, since both my father and the vicar had only recently banned me from entering the grounds. So I said that I had fallen from my bicycle - a much more plausible story I thought. Then off to Leicester Infirmary, where my arm was set in plaster. The next day was quite amusing for me - Peter riding his bicycle with one foot in plaster and me with my arm in plaster, and both of us quite happy because we had the day off school."
