“She has had a fall”
Long life
by Sheila Hancock
Well, now I’ve broken my wrist. When I was asked to write a monthly column, I thought I could cheer up my readers with a chirpy look at the joys of old age. My first three efforts haven’t been overly jolly, and here I go again. I cannot find the words to express my desolation about world events, so I will focus on my own petty problem.
“She has had a fall.” That is how falling over is darkly described when you pass 60. In fact, I behaved idiotically and just fell over backwards in the most unglamorous of ways. Giving myself a pedicure, I was sitting sideways on my toilet, soaking my feet in the bidet alongside it. In the process of getting up, I stood in the soapy water. One foot reached the tiled floor and slid forward, and I crashed down.