Ok, so picture the scene.

Quite well to do house, middle class suburbia, tidy and well maintained.

The front door is open. A couple in their seventies, she is sitting on the stairs with her head in her hands, he is lieing on the floor with a pool of blood forming round his head.

That's what we were met with. So whats going on then?

I went to see to him. I shook him gently and he opened his eyes and took a swing at me. My Matrix-style reflexes moved me out of the way and he missed.

Well, he was concious. Thats a start.

I talked to him. He was confused but talkative. We gave him some oxygen and did some observations and all seemed fine.
 
My crewmate tried to talk to his wife but she wasn't saying anything.

Looking round, there was some debris in the corner of the hall. An idea was starting to form.

There was a faint but unmistakeable odour in the room. We examined the wound on his head and it was not huge. Head cuts bleed a lot which would explain the puddle on the floor.
 
I asked him if he had had a drink. He denied it, but his wife, who had also had a few, said he had.

Aha. That was the answer. They were both bladdered.

We took him in because the problem was you can't tell if they're confused because of the head injury or the alchohol.

But they get the award for the oldest drunks I've seen this year.