There’s been a run of little old ladies falling over and breaking their hips. 4 South has thirteen fractures and two more rolled in today, all shortened and rotated.
Curious thing, that. All the snow and ice are long gone. The geese are on the wing and the creeks are running fresh. The pulse quickens: Spring is here. Not hip fracture weather, I would have thought
Until someone pointed out that the mild, early spring has all the elderly ladies outside walking about (maybe) for the first time in months, excited and unsteady, tripping the light fantastic. A hasty, overconfident step — ice? all gone! — and down they go on their greater trochanters.
Never thought of that.
Do you think there’s a research grant in it?