Charlie had another fall on Saturday, trying to get from his armchair into the wheelchair. Not hurt at all thankfully, but totally unable to get up. He fell at about four o'clock, and I struggled for about half an hour to get him up but it was hopeless - he's over 16 stone and I am a little old lady! No neighbours around to help, so I had to call for an ambulance. They said they'd get there as soon as they could, but they were extremely busy, so I knew we'd have a long wait because obviously they have to give priority to serious cases. So, there he lay on the hard tiled floor. They rang three times during the evening to say they hadn't forgotten us, but there were no ambulances available. Finally, at 11.30, a First Responder arrived. Luckily, he was a young, big, strong guy who just about managed to get Charlie up on to the bed - if he hadn't managed to do it, we'd have had to wait for back-up. He did some checks and paperwork, and by this time it was gone midnight. He'd said that the correct procedure would be that we should wait for the ambulance so the paramedics could do checks he wasn't qualified to do, and that as Charlie had been on the floor for over 6 hours they should then take him to hospital for further checks. But, he said, if I wanted I could cancel the ambulance. So of course I did. By this time all he wanted to do was go to bed, not wait goodness knows how many more hours for the ambulances to finish dealing with all the drunks on a Saturday night. Nearly need an ambulance myself after all that!