Yesterday at around 4pm Steve fell in the yard, it became obvious pretty soon that something was seriously wrong and I rang 999. Steve was in excruciating pain, I've only heard him scream in pain once before and last night was horrendous. It took 4 hours for the ambulance to arrive, in that time it got cold, dark, windy and the air filled with smoke from the fire on Cilgwyn Mountain.
Steve has broken the ball and shattered the socket of his right hip, his good leg, or it was. He's having surgery tomorrow and I fear it will be a long way back and I'll have a lot of "nursing" to do. I don't begrudge it, I love him, but selfishly I'm sad it looks like I may have to cancel all my plans for April, well early April at least.
