It was a large block of flats; actually three interconnected blocks, each of seven storeys, a total of 108 flats of sheltered accommodation. I was there to deliver an invitation to the residents of each flat to a pre-Christmas party the Lions are organising for some of the city's senior citizens. This was not the first sheltered accommodation that I have visited recently, most with the same object in mind, but this was by far the largest. It really brought home to me how little I would want to live in any sort of "retirement" complex. I know that in many of them there are leisure activities organised: bingo (horror!) or art classes and so on, but I sincerely hope that I will never be reduced to having to
And just imagine being surrounded only by other old cronies! I might not want to have screaming children ion the same room as me - well, not all the time - but I do enjoy living in a community of different ages, from toddlers to geriatrics, and seeing and hearing children at play.
If it ever gets to the old folks' home stage, just bring on the immobilon!
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As you know BP, I regularly write about things I know very little about but I don't see that as a reason not to write about them and, to be honest, you know a lot more about the Pepperpot than I do about decorating!
I with you on the preference not to be herded together purely on the basis of age although I do understand the reasoning behind it and for some, it may be a way of life they would choose, I just can't ever see it being for me.
It really brought home to me how little I would want to live in any sort of "retirement" complex.
That's my nightmare about life's end game. I'd rather take the nine mm/ .38 caliber cure than live out my last days in one of those places.
Unusually, I find myself agreeing with other people. Both Sarah and Buck in this case. Developing the theme, life is sweet and if people are happy, then ..?
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