We got a call to one of our regulars last week. the carers had arrived at 0900 as they do every day to Flossie, 100 years old. She'd often call us at 0200 and say she'd fallen but be up and ready to go, bags packed etc and we'd run her to the MIU for a few days "holiday" on the ward. This time it was a tad more worrying though. the carers couldn't get in, the chain was on and Flossie wasn't answering. They'd peered through the gap in the curtains and seen her on the bed. Not moving. We feared the worst, the town's oldest resident and I have to do ROLE on her, I'd done one for the last fella too, 102 years old. We arrived at the same time as the Police and tried to get her attention, no joy. So we put our weight into breaking the chain. After a few good shoves and kicks it gave way and my mate goes in and there she is, pale and lifeless on the bed. Then she opened her eyes with the immortal words.."you've got wrong house"!!!!