It never rains but it pours. And I’m not just talking about the weather although I can’t think of a day in the last three weeks when we haven’t had at least some rain. Now we haven’t got the flooding they’ve had in some places – I understand that Northern Ireland has been especially inflicted with so much rain that parts have been badly flooded.

As soon as my life begins to settle down to some degree of sanity then, of course, something happens. And in this case it isn’t just something, it’s Something.

My mother has been trying to persuade the nurses in her nursing home to let her out of bed and to sit on a chair. On Thursday, after what I understand was a lot of persuasion on my mother’s part, they finally agreed and got her out of bed and into a chair. Somehow while sitting there she tried to reach something and fell out of the chair. She has broken her knee. She said to me that it was hardly a fall but, as I had to point out to her she does have bad osteoporosis, so her bones are very brittle. At the moment she is in hospital with her leg in a splint. I spoke to her doctor on the telephone this morning and she’s likely to be in there for some time.

Oh well, we’ll cope with it all. It’s hardly the end of the world and soon, hopefully, her leg will settle down a bit.