“Break a Leg”
This funny story was from the early 1970’s when we were living in Washington DC (my Father was the Australian Defense Attache at the time) in a rather upmarket are of McLean in Virginia called Chain Bridge Forest — I saw what I thought was a burglar, jumped off the roof to help save my sister (in the basement), broke my leg, crawled across the street to neighbors who called the police/secret service. Ouch, did I inadvertently cause quite a controversy. Sorry Sis!. Thanks to the history preserved in my mothers detailed memoirs, flashback memories of long-ago events.
Here is an extract of the text from my mothers memoirs:
I couldn’t sleep tonight, as the funny story of the way Toby broke his foot was going round and round in my head, and ill though I was, I couldn’t stop laughing.
Max & I were attending an event in Ottawa, Canada when we received news of the emergency in Washington, that required me to fly home to sign hospital operating release forms for Toby. The army organized an emergency flight for me to get to D.C. overnight – I was the only passenger.
The next morning I was taken from the airport directly to Walter Reed military hospital at 8 a.m. and Toby went to the operating theatre about 11 a.m. and was back in his