Davina
I don't know how to start this off really. It's hard to explain what happened as I don't really remember much but I'll try and figure it out as I go along. Please believe me though.
It was a Monday, I remember that clearly. I had sent the kids off to school and Dave, my husband, was at home, gardening. We've got some lovely petunias blooming. I make sure to water them every day. But that gets away from the point. Sorry about that.
Dave then said that he was expecting a visit from someone who was going to fix his PC later that day. I don't know why he said that. I never knew why he said that.
I managed to read all of Never Let Me Go in the morning. It's a good book. I highly recommend it. I also ate an entire packet of custard creams. Those were nice. In fact, I ate some of the custard creams whilst reading Never Let Me Go. Aah, I love mornings.
The man arrived. He was tall, dark haired and wearing a white shirt for some reason. He looked like someone who could have been found in a James Bond movie. I like Daniel Craig. Do you like Daniel Craig? Don't reply. I won't be able to hear you.
I led him to Dave's computer and he looked at it and sighed. I asked him what was wrong and he said that the screen was completely wrecked. He spoke with a soft northern accent, as if he had been up north for two years then spent the rest of his life in London.
Dave asked if the screen could be repaired. The technician said that it would take a few days. This was when it happened.
Dave ran to the kitchen and for some reason took the letter opener from its jar. He then pointed it at the technician and aggressively yell that the technician was ruining his life. Dave stabbed the technician three times and ran off, with the letter opener, into the wilderness.
I haven't seen him since.