Shaking. Got the call I've been dreading, Grandad had fallen and pushed his big red button, so I raced over there and ran into the house. He was trapped in an awkward position so I moved him, not sure if I had just done more harm or not, got him to lay down in the recovery position and await the paramedic. A good few minutes later he wanders in having gotten a bit lost trying to find the entrance, says he's had to come from Dawlish which is a good 10 miles away with pretty bad traffic around this time. Grandad is okay, ankle sore but not broken, so we sign him off and I get him sorted out and in to bed early. Falls absolutely knock the life out of someone and now I'm so worried about whether he's going to be okay in the morning. I'm pretty sure the cold that we gave him is to blame, knocking out his sense of balance; but really hoping it's not been another mini-stroke.