You know, Alistair's probably got something to house the bat in, and then I won't need to trouble Alan either.

I'm getting in the car, and I'm coming over.

I'll be there as soon as I can.

[alarm ringing]

Well, can we get you something, Anna? Tea, coffee, something to eat? I can't imagine you've had any breakfast.

No, I haven't, but I- I'm not hungry.

Thanks, Usha.

I, I can't, I can't eat.

But then you'd stay.

Exactly.

[laughs] Then I'd stay, and I'd miss my family and my mates, this village, and especially this cheesecake.

[laughs] I'd even miss the cricket, despite everyone still hating me for last season's shenanigans.

George doesn't hate you, nor does Will.

Oh, that's a relief.

But enough about me.

I want to know about this baby, Amber.

A stairlift and a downstairs shower would make a huge difference.

Anna, I understand you're worried, but it's not really our responsibility as landlords to make those kind of structural changes.

Well, I'm not sure, even if the sky was the limit, that a stairlift would fit in an old cottage like Glebe.

Pip.

Sorry, it's just, you know, I wanted to explain why flinging tires on a silage clamp isn't doing it for me.

No amount of farm work or mindfulness is gonna stop the voice in my head that's telling me to worry.

And whether it was something in me DNA.

Hmm.

Okay.

So I've had a look back at your notes, and it seems that the type of cancer you had was what's known as triple-negative breast cancer, as opposed to estrogen receptor positive breast cancer.

Uh, was this explained to you at the time?

But it's not enough?

No, it's just, uh, I just wish there was someone else to turn to, someone to help make decisions.

I can see that Mum hates this, the idea that she isn't completely independent.

Oh, no.

And she's currently lying on the floor in the living room.

She can't get up, and I've called an ambulance, but I'm so worried they'll be ages, and she's probably freezing 'cause she refuses to put the heating on beyond mid-February, and I just-

[laughs] Sounds exciting.

Uh, no, no, not really.

My love life's a bit of a car crash, and work is full on.

I'm freelancing, and I've just got too many different jobs.

I'm teaching.