Daily Mail13 April 2012

In an interview from her hospital bed at the weekend, Miss Ash gave the following account of what happened.

'It is totally farcical,' she said. 'I can understand why the guy (the builder) jumped to conclusions. I couldn't breathe. I was in agony.

'I said, "I can't breathe. I can't breathe." I was doubled over because that was the only way I was comfortable and Lee kept saying, "You have winded yourself, straighten up."

'I replied, "Leave me alone, let me be, let me be, don't touch me." It looked terrible.

'I can understand the workmen getting the wrong end of the stick because I was saying, "Let it be, don't touch me Lee."

'I am frightened to say any more. That's passion, I suppose. Lee was oblivious to everything.

He didn't realise I was hurt. I picked up the phone and said, "I need an ambulance".'

However, there is no explanation of why she put the phone down in the middle of the call.

Miss Ash continued: 'Before I could do anything one of the men working on the terrace had called the police. It must have looked really awful.

'They got the wrong idea. It was like a Brian Rix farce. They were all asking me all these questions. I couldn't talk - I was in agony.

'I was taken to hospital and as soon as they got some painkillers in me, the police said, "We've arrested Lee."

'I said, "What for? Don't say that, please. Why have you done that?" It was a total accident, just silly really. I was in pain. I've had X-rays, It's OK. I hope people don't make a meal out of it. I don't think I could go through any more.'

Chapman appeared 'quiet and reserved' when he visited her at the weekend.

'He was fairly low-key,' said another visitor. 'He had a baseball cap on and it was pulled down over the top of his face so you could hardly recognise him.'

It is understood Chapman had driven alone to the hospital.

Last night, he was expected at his SO.UK club, which adjoins his famous Teatro bar, for the party he was holding for his old friends from the world of football.

No doubt, there will be a few sniggers from those who have read his wife's comments about their energetic love life and that springy mattress.

As Miss Ash says, it's like something out of a farce. And, like all farces, it is rather difficult to believe.

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