Cutting my own head off was easier than reattaching it.

TPR was furious when I asked him to accompany me to the hospital for professional help to sew it back on again. He had intended to go shopping that morning, presumably for my birthday present. Why should he abandon his plans to put right one of my stupid experiments?

My sister J was also appalled that I would do something so reckless as self-decapitation. She was convinced that I would now suffer permanent brain damage thanks to a whole day of oxygen deprivation.

Nevertheless, I was proud that I had proved my theory correct: even when the eyes in your head are detached from the rest of your body, you can still see.