Last night I did a very stupid thing. I got out of bed at about 4 0'clock, undermedicated, to go to the bathroom. And I tripped over something that shouldn't have been there, except that I had been too lazy to put it away the night before. And I fell, twisting my foot under me. Ok , I didnt really hurt myself - more an insult to my dignity. Just bent a toe out of shape. But I was scared, because to all intents and purposes, I was alone , the kids were sound asleep and nothing could wake them... and the telephone was out of reach - on the bed - and what if I had really hurt myself? And then I started thinking about people like Ivan, who through force of circumstances are alone, without a care giver....... Boy,was I scared.....! Hilary Blue