So it turns out that dad's pelvis is still in one piece and, despite my misgivings, he was actually able to walk between the house and car, the car and radiology surgery, and so on.

Greg picked dad up at about 9 am, giving mum time to rouse herself, so that she didn't have to wake to an empty house - a situation likely to induce immediately panic in the belief that she had been deserted. Later Greg dropped dad off at the house at about 11 am, by which time I'd already done a satisfying amount of work, and was feeling like I was getting somewhere. Of course, as soon as dad got home he started phoning me about this and that.

One of his calls was to ask how much money I thought he ought to have in his wallet. Another was to tell me, regardless of the facts, that he and mum had no food in the fridge. A third was to ask if I was going over later today, as he hadn't seen Greg or I for some days.
'No,' I said, 'I was there last night, and Greg was there this morning.'
'Was he?'
'Yes, he took you to the doctor, and the x-ray place.'
'Yes, that's right!' he said. 'How did you know that?'

I laughed. Better this than losing four hours looking after his appointments this morning, I thought.

When I got to the office I read the recent comments on this weblog and laughed again. It is, without a doubt, a tonic to see that someone else appreciates just what you have been through. So, with the sun shining outside and no bones broken it seems, if only temporarily, that all is well in my tiny world.