Oh dear. Another fall.

I was away this weekend (in Jacobsbaai) and when Geoff came to fetch me he said he had bad news: he'd fallen this morning (Sunday July 6th 2025). He isn't sure whether he fell once or twice. He hit his head at the back of his head - on the occipital  bone - and he also has a bleeding cut on the edge of the scar on the top of his head. (i.e. where there is no bone). He seems alright now ... of course because I wasn't home he had to wake up off the floor by himself and he crawled into bed. His ribs are sore and so is his right arm but it doesn't seem as though anything is broken. He didn't want to go to hospital for a check-up this evening, so I've just dressed the bleeding mark - put a huge plaster on it - and otherwise nothing. The only thing I think he did differently - well, slightly differently from normal - is he had a beer last night. He doesn't usually drink, but does occasionally drink a beer. Oh well, we'll just have to see how he goes. I'm gutted, though, because he was doing so well and I thought the falls were a thing of the past.