Dear me. My poor little girl fell on the nasty, sparse, spiky gravel at the start of our drive - a real hands and knees smash, she'd been skipping home from her friend's next door with some pringles. I heard the screaming from outside.
Holy Shit. I don't know where it comes from, this huge, long drawn out NRNRNRNRNRNRNNRNRNAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANGNANGNANGNANG, followed by wailing, like a foghorn or a powerdrill, or all of them being used to kill pigs.
She saw her bloody knees and FREAKED, taking it to an even greater level of loudness, and I found myself unable to function, scrabbling in my handbag for the arnica, pausing at the first aid/remedy cupboard, paralysed, unable to think, my brain just scrambled by the awful, insane loudness of the noise.
Did I do that??