I am delivered at 10.26 on the morning of Thursday 19th April, inside a box, in one hundred and forty-seven separate pieces.
“Oh, for crying out loud,” says a voice, as I am being slowly slotted together. “What have you got me one of these for?”
I tune into this voice. It’s silvery and singsong, with the first few cracks of age.
“Mum! Everyone’s got one these days,” says a second person on my left, sharper and brisker. “This is going to be perfect for you with your arthritis.”
“Rachel, I do wish you two wouldn’t waste your money on these gadgets,” says the older woman, with a sigh.
“Wait till you see what she can do!” barks a rougher voice. “This is the top-of-the-range model with advanced motor skills. Look, Amelia – look at these hands!”