This may contain a swear word or two, sorry in advance but I'm sure you will understand. Sunday morning we got a call from the father in law. "don't panic but ...". Turns out he has collapsed and woken up in hospital with a fractured skull. He's in his 70's, he doesn't stop at the best of times but he has gone into hyperdrive keeping himself busy since he lost his wife last Easter. He lives in London we live in the Midlands. We have been to visit but have had to come home. My wife is all over the place as you can imagine, guilty for not being with him, worried as he has had to have further tests and it's bringing back all the grief from when her mum passed away, the last time she was involved in hospitals. She could at least speak to him on the phone. And then some fucker stole his mobile. It was left unattended while he was having a brain scan. What kind of bastard steals from an ill person. My poor wife has had a day of not knowing how her dad is. Contact has now been regained and we have had positive news. So the yin and yang of humanity. We have two people we have never met, probably never will, who have impacted our life. The shit bag phone robber but also the Samaritan who called the ambulance. Father in law was out by himself so a stranger must have helped him out. Fortunately there are more of the latter than the former. So if anyone you know in London happens to mention they helped out an old guy who collapsed tell them thanks from us. There is no real point to this post just wanted to get it off my chest.