My mother was let out of hospital and returned home and I arranged for her to have one of those alarm thingy's around her neck. Now when pressed, the company would ring the house and if it got no answer, they would then ring three designated numbers in order to get the situation assessed and if that failed they would ring the Guards. Good idea really.
Anyway, one morning my mother was getting out of bed (we had moved the bed downstairs) and she fell and was unable to get up again so she pressed the alarm. She couldn't reach the phone when it rang so the designated people were rang. I understand that it was funny with lights coming on and people legging it up the road to the house. They all had a spare key but my mother, when locking up that night, had left the key in the door so they couldn't open the door.
They shouted in and my mother answered and they were thinking of a way to get in when one of the Maloney children walked past on his way to school. There was a small window open upstairs that a child could squeeze through so they got a ladder and shoved the poor child up.
The wee lad got in and was directed down the stairs to where my mother was and was instructed to open the door, As he passed the door to the room where my mother was he looked in...
"Good morning, what's your name young Maloney" says my mother
"John" says the lad
"Do you want a sweet" says my mother still lying on the floor in her nightie
"Oh yes" says the young lad and walked into the room
Well he sat down and they were having a grand conversation until a voice boomed from outside.
"Open the fecking door you little fecking eejit"
Good people, great village, priceless
