Mr G excels himself

Mr G is not a man who does things by halves. Neither is he a man who, having suffered two strokes and a brain haemorrhage, would lie on the sofa and take the rest of his life easy. No, he is a fighter and has fought his way back to around 80% of his former strength and mobility following his right-sided paralysis last year.

Having been warned by the medics of the dangers of doing things like climbing ladders, Mr Grumpy decides to screw the tarpaulin on his workshop roof to the wooden battens beneath. So up the ladder he goes, electric screwdriver in hand. I watched him for a while, then went in, unable to bear the sense of impending doom. No sooner was my back turned than Mr G went to move his leg and couldn't. Panic! He thought he'd had another stroke - but no, he had merely screwed his trousers to the roof! Then he went to scratch his head and forgot he had the drill in his hand and delicately trepanned himself. The resulting scar on his skull is an inch long. What do you do with a man like that? Admonish him or admire him? Probably both.