As it was Halloween, the shop had a selection of spooky sweets on offer and as Nelson shot out of my head, he landed in a tray of edible eyeballs. It was hilarious. Seeing an opportunity for some fun, Sian and I decided to milk the situation to see if some free sweets might come our way.
I lay down on the floor, casualty style, whilst the shop keeper called my G.P. who came immediately and seeing the situation for what it was, played along with the fun. He requested a glass of warm salt water and set to work with some cotton balls.
The glass eye was retrieved from the box of sweet eyes and it was relatively easy to identify, being a little smaller that the confections.
Sian and I were dying to laugh as the G.P. said, "This is going to hurt but I'm going to put your eye back in."
I replied, "I'm ready, Doc."
Of course, it didn't hurt at all, I was quite used to installing Nelson, myself but I couldn't resist a bit of fun. The shop keeper thought I was incredibly brave and Sian and I were sent on our way with free sweets.
People think butter wouldn't melt in my mouth!
Nelson has had his fair share of action on public transport, having rolled down the stairs of a Routemaster bus and under the seats, through the feet of other passengers. He once jumped out on a train too but didn't get far that time. I managed to get him back in place discreetly and no-one even noticed.
At a summer fete, once, a village idiot who thought he was funny, started making a nuisance of himself, spraying water or something at me. It was unfortunate for him that he was a little too close to me as my head jolted suddenly and Nelson landed up on top of his 99 ice cream: kind of like a cherry on top. Oh dear!
Today's lesson: Think carefully before bullying a boy with a disability!