NEXT UP! 1 74 ‘I was holding the dog,’ I replied. ‘And why were you holding the dog?’ he asked. This was a difficult question. It was something I wanted to do. I like dogs. It made me sad to see that the dog was dead. I like policemen, too, and I wanted to answer the question properly, but the policeman did not give me enough time to work out the correct answer. ‘Why were you holding the dog?’ he asked again. ‘I like dogs,’ I said. ‘Did you kill the dog?’ he asked. I said, ‘I did not kill the dog.’ ‘Is this your fork?’ he asked. I said, ‘No.’ ‘You seem very upset about this,’ he said. He was asking too many questions and he was asking them too quickly. They were stacking up in my head like loaves in the factory where Uncle Terry works. The factory is a bakery and he operates the slicing machines. And sometimes the slicer is not working fast enough but the bread keeps coming and there is a blockage. I sometimes think of my mind as a machine, but not always as a breadslicing machine. It makes it easier to explain to other people what is going on inside it. The policeman said, ‘I am going to ask you once again …’ properly – almennilega upset – hér: í uppnámi to stack up – hér: að hlaðast upp a loaf – brauðhleifur a slicing machine – hér: brauðskurðarvél a blockage – stífla
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