Just over a year ago I received a phone call from Simon who was skiing in the Alps with Tom and Ben. It is the sort of phone call no parent ever wants to receive.
"I am in Courcheval Medical Centre and errrmmm - Ben may have broken his back."
That was the point that the bottom dropped out of my world. In the microseconds after he said that I was already planning who could care for the animals, whether I would be better driving flying or taking the train to the hospital and would it be possible to convert our 200 year old farmhouse into a wheelchair friendly abode. Because that is what your brain does when you hear that sort of a sentence.