A Broken Hip, The Fate Of A House

Suddenly, we enter the end game of what to do with the family homestead

It is a testimony to what a tough old bird my 77-year-old mother is that she sent that text to me this morning from her hospital bed before the morphine kicked in. I ended up speaking to her via WhatsApp video, after the drugs started to work. She said she fell getting ready for bed last night, and had to drag herself to where her mobile phone was and c…