J off for his morning walk. I opt not to meet him as mobile charging - not that we're overwhelmed by phone calls. Leaving me home when reception calls to say, with surprising protectiveness, that there is a gentleman who wants to see me, and is it all right to send him up. Turns out to be Bill, with bad news. Jane has fallen and broken her hip, badly it seems. Happened last night and she's in hospital, of course. He's unsure what course they're going to take, but impossible to operate until she's stabilised and blood pressure lowered. Also, she takes warfarin (blood thinner) so she needs to get that out of her system before surgery. The doctor B saw wants a consultation with his preferred cardiologist today. B mentions our Christmas plans being in abeyance - the four of us having booked a week at a hotel in Kyrenia - but that, of course, is the least important worry.
J takes the chicken bits of fat with him when we go to Carrefour, as we pass a skip on the way where feral cats congregate. They're very nervous, especially about sudden movements, but come running when they realise what's on offer.
Call Bill after dinner. Jane somewhat better and surgery now expected Thursday. In the evening J plays Polish Christmas carols on the Playbook.
