My lovely godmother was found on her kitchen floor by the police, when the family could get no answer to the daily phone call. She appeared to have mistaken a heart attack for indigestion and had gone down for Rennie's, let the dog into the garden then died. Very sad and a shock for the family, but independent to the last in her lovely home and not hanging on miserably in care. I know which I would prefer.
On the other tack, about taking care, my very active friend and I, barely 60, are on our own during the day and comment that a simple fall on the stairs etc could be catastrophic. We tend to leave a door unlocked and carry phones.
Good Morning Saturday 16th May 2026
