Am I dead? No. No, no.

Cos I feel like I'm dead.

I feel like on Sunday I should just put the poppy wreath round my neck

and take 40 paracetamol. No, don't worry.

Look, we're all still Team Nicola. We'll fight for you, won't we?

Can somebody get me a coffee, please? God, yeah.

Hold the wreath in your right hand...

It's going to be heavier, isn't it? It's a practise wreath, I haven't weighed them.

Down, two...three, frown, two...three,

up and walk backwards.

Just copy the Queen, if in doubt.

That's going to have to do.

Good luck! Just, you know, knock 'em dead in a silent respectful manner!

Yeah. Phone off.

Ho-ho! Helen given you the wreath lecture?

Oh, come on, Nicola, you'll be absolutely fine.

I couldn't eat breakfast.

I felt like I'd personally ripped it out of the hands

of some malnourished infant. Stop it. Stop it.

The first rule of breakfast club is we do not talk about it.

That's it for now.

It's not just that, my head's full of BAT.

Because of the hat?

What? No because of the... Does this look like a bat?! No!

I was going to say it doesn't look like a...

It looks, it's more Mickey Mouse, isn't it? The hat?

Or Minnie Mouse, it's Minnie Mouse. Not bat.

Fuck off, Olly. OK.

Just wreath up that bad boy! OK. Yeah.

'Oh, and the DPM is up next.'

Firm grasp on the wreath, there.

He's aiming for the steps.

Top step! And that is...

magic poppies.

Oh, here we go.

She's flustered, isn't she?