I'm stood at the kitchen counter, peanut buttering the nth bit of toast when David runs through from the living room at high speed. I see him coming and try to put my hand out to lower his fist, but I'm too late. Sock, it smacks me in the back not that far from my kidneys. I put my hand on my back, then bend my knees so I come down nearer to David's level, then say, "David, need help?"
