The moment in question

If there was ever a moment when I needed a fine lady on a fine tractor, this is it. Her name, it seems, is Becky, and she can plough my furrow anytime she likes.
The moment in question is made tense by the fact that Mrs Allsop, the light of my life for twenty years and the mother of my children for forty-odd, has, having recently been released from hospital with a mended hip joint, taken it into her head to have another fall and fracture the other hip. So she's back in orthopaedics, and you know what it's like trying to get information out of a Ward Sister, or whatever they are called these days. Senior Surveillance Ossifer, I shouldn't wonder.
Poor Mrs A! It's a hard job staying upright when you get to our age.