I fell down the stairs on Sunday night. No reason for it, other than a perfect storm of carpet and sock that created a friction-free interface that sent me sliding. It was the kind of tumble that breaks hips in the elderly; I grabbed in the air at nothing as I went. And as I lay at the bottom of the staircase, I rolled over so that my miserable face was mashed into the floor, in order to take the pressure off my injured back and hips, and I thought: this is why people don’t live alone.
And then I thought: I wish I had a MedicAlert bracelet.
And finally, I thought: I guess I’d better get up and make a cup of tea.
So I did.
