I discovered yesterday, via a conversation with a passing exerciser over the front wall, that my oldest friend has had a fall a few days ago, but seems to have got away fairly lightly, at least nothing is broken.
When I say 'oldest friend', I mean it in two senses, she's due to turn 100 in a few weeks - and, although I have no clear memory of the actual event, it seems fairly likely that hers was the first face I saw when I emerged from my initial nine month period of isolation, due to her being on hand when I was born in the house next door.
She's a fairly hardy type - a couple of years ago, she was in need of a hip replacement, but the surgeon 'strongly advised' against it - however, she basically bullied him into it and it was a great success, although he and the anaesthetist admitted afterwards that they had both been terrified of killing her...