My Mum is 90, lives on her own in a very well appointed “retirement village”. She’s OK, physically fragile but mentally alert as ever. She has her daily routines, which take up most of her time. I’ve been staying with her over the Christmas/New Year period (I sleep in my late Dad’s bedroom seeing you asked).
Anyway she offered this wonderful piece of wisdom the other day –
“I don’t get bored here on my own, I’m happy to do what I have to do and read my books and watch a dvd in the evening. What REALLY bores me is if I have to go somewhere and there are people talking and laughing about nothing”.
YES Mum, I feel your pain. And I’m the same. And I hope I can express that so brilliantly before I get to the age of 90 (which is, um, a few years away)