But I couldn’t. Angelina moved like a panther in denim. She stepped over me and ordered a burger. My emaciated legs had collapsed. Five metres was still too much. Burger in hand, she walked outside, sat down and began to roll away. Mikey opened his mouth, took a step forward and lost his paper hat to the wind.
‘My wheelchair!’ I cried.
Without looking, Angelina extended her middle finger at me. That was the moment I fell in love with her.
It was the best birthday ever.