Two Takes A Tumble

I am up early, the sun is shining, the birds are singing their tiny feathered heads off, and all bodes well. Daughter in France phones to say their car is now mended, and they will be in the UK next week. I say I will try to get down South to see them all, but have reservations about the state of Two's health. Still Has Not Been. May have to go back to see doctor on Monday for Depth Charge. But I go online to get new Senior Railcard, which will be very useful if go down by train.

Two comes downstairs, and suddenly for no good reason, becomes quite aggressive. Says he sees no reason why he cannot drive, (ahem- I beg to differ -partial seizures!) Gets very agitated, and says has headache. I say if can't be reasonable, will not talk to him, and he apologises. He then goes on-line and also orders Senior Railcard.
I say we need to go out for a few things, and off we go. Only down to the village, so not far. We buy our groceries, go to bun-shop for scones and cream cakes, and then start to make our way back to car. Two suddenly decides would be fun idea to buy custard tarts and take photograph of same to e-mail to daughter-in-law near Geneva, who is having a custard tart crisis. Cannot remember if blogged about this, but I mentioned said custard tarts in e-mail to her, and she suddenly developed great yearning for one. (Sprinkled with Nutmeg of course). Sadly such a thing is not to be found where she lives, so she is sadly forever custard tartless.

Two toddles off back to bun shop whilst I loiter in the warm sunshine. Suddenly strange woman appears saying, 'Excuse me duck, your husband has fallen over'. I stare at her blankly, and then follow her, to discover Two sitting morosely on seat, with Another Woman agitating round him. Has Fallen Over. Has sustained nasty gash to chin, another next to eye, bump on face and superficial cuts to hands. Says he was fishing in pockets for change, and next thing pavement was coming up at him. Is a bit shocked, (as indeed am I- further evidence of Doddering), and the two kind ladies proffer advice and kindly concern. I take Two home, and phone Out Of Hours Service, as is still shaky on legs, has gravel in cuts, and May Need Medical Attention. Am told to take him to Minor Injuries Unit about 5 miles away. Two very quiet in car and doesn't criticise driving as cannot see further than 10 yards due to glasses being bent in fall, and now unwearable. Nurse Practitioner Person very efficient and Two now sports steri-strips, pad over skin near eye to stop wound opening up, and oozing chin wound. BP and temperature are taken as matter of course, and reveal nothing untoward. Drive home. Two seems okay, has cup of tea, and settles down to study the horses. Youngest daughter phones, and I tell her what has occurred. She is of the opinion his Urine Infection may be partly to blame, as can disorientate people.

If we go to pub tonight as planned, Two will be subject of much discussion. Hope they don't think I attacked him with poker. Am quite exhausted by all this unexpected drama, and to think I was going to definitely clear out my pots in back yard ready for summer bedding.

Am going downstairs for Nice Cup of Tea now.