Marge and Pete in da house

Living the fancy life of a retired, B and Q discount and free bus pass claiming person involves a lot of holidays. It was time for the parental visit. On Saturday Marge and Pete arrived and of course withing about 5 minutes I remembered why they were my parents and didn't belong to anyone else. They rock up to Plagne Centre in their fancy rental Peugeot and I show them into Scottys, and then BAM! In classic Margaret Weaver dappy style she falls over and is wincing in pain. This was all just the start. We go along to the building where they are renting an appartment and of course there is no agent to get the key off, which is where things started to go dramatically wrong. The building they live in is probably the most complex one ever created. Stairways that go to nowhere, lifts that take you to whatever level it fancies and then simply going back down to the first level lands you in another hotel, or even another resort. After about an hour of arguing Marge took the bull by the horns and goes off in search of the magical key, and about 2 hours later she comes back. I'm not sure how but she managed to harass a random french dog walker (and the dog), ended up speaking to some random estate agent at 10 at night, until bingo she got the key. Thank god. After all the fracas of the key retrieval, Marge is still in pain from the fall, so she goes to the doctor a few days later. Whats the verdict? Only a cracked rib! How does she do it? More importantly how on earth does she get through the day?