"Yes, it is, but you don't--" Have to go and fetch it just yet, he was about to say. But Fred was already wriggling out of his grasp, intent on dashing across the hall.

Wes soon realised what was about to happen, but was too slow in lunging to help tug the blankets free and watched rather helplessly as she tripped over and effectively left him lying now completely uncovered on the bed.

"Fred! Are you all right?" He was trying hard to suppress the urge to chuckle at the mishap and how exposed he now was, just in case she had injured herself in the fall.