“You're doing well, dude” Tom says, “Keep going. What do you
remember about the picnic?”
Robert, his eyes fixed firmly on the ground in front of him, tries to
picture it in his mind. “Mum pulled out all the stops,” he says,
“She wanted it to be really special...” He pauses when he feels
a breeze ruffle his hair, the faint tingle of laughter tickles his
ears.
“What is it?” asks Tom.
“I can feel a breeze, and I hear laughter in the distance.”
“That's good man, tell me more about the picnic. What did you have
to eat?”
“Mum made four different types of sandwiches,” Robert tells him.
“There was loads of salads, she baked a quiche, bought far too many
crisps and chocolate. She wanted us all to feel spoiled.”
