Things that go bump in the night.

Although the title of this blog may well appear to be light-hearted, the subject is not.

Half five Monday morning Jools and I were woken by a loud bang, a pause and them a longer noise, followed by cries for help.

Jools' Nan had taken a step too far and had fallen onto the landing at the top of stairs, just one step. But then rolled down the whole flight coming to a stop against the front door.

We rushed down, and having found that she was apparently unharmed, we took her back to bed. I went to work as usual, Jools had the week off and so waited for Nan to wake.

When she did, she was in pain and could not move. After her doctor refused to come out, we called an ambulance and she was taken to Ashford.

After a day of x-rays and scans it was found she had not broken anything, but had hurt her back some and so would stay for a while.

And that is the situation now; she is still there, being stroppy and unhelpful like any 95 year old would be. There are no broken bones and no lasting damage; a honest to God miracle.

My friend, Andrew, lost both his parents to falls on stairs, so if nan comes through this she will have done very well indeed.

We have had enough excitement for a week or two thank you.