Elsie was a true hero. I am only related to Elsie by marriage, but like all Inglis like Pringles, they don't feel the cold, they turn up on time, and they do not suffer fools, ever. I wrote this for The Lancet on her https://www.thelancet.com/journals/lancet/article/PIIS0140-6736(14)62022-5/fulltext https://twitter.com/surgeonshall/status/1331885417449263105

They're also quiet heroes, with bat sense. We were once outside at the pub in London, laughing and joking and Mr I is SPRINTING through 4 lanes of traffic, like, gone, vanished in a storm of horns and shouting.

A lady of significant proportions had fallen, four lanes away at the bus stop, and everything had spilled out of her bag. Tampax, purse, the lot. And Mr I is like some sort of concrete parkour hero, off. I'm like, what? What's happening?

Hold my beer, and I'm pelting after him, and he's getting this lady up, which was no mean feat tbh, and putting all her things back in her bag and she's mortified, and by the time I arrived, 60 seconds later, he warded me off and said, 'We don't need you, it's fine'.

And god BLESS my stony-hearted, stone cold belt and braces husband, he sat with that lady for 20 minutes, offering to call her an uber, on the pavement and NOPE, she wanted to get the bus. I'm across the road, watching.

He put her on the bus, with her handbag in her lap, spoke to the driver to call her for her stop, and came back to his beer and didn't want a fuss. That is what they're all made of.