Longevity will force a rethink on our attitude to elderly

EVERY time I pass his house, I wonder how he is doing. Our elderly neighbour, that is. He kept the most meticulous garden and now that he has gone into a nursing home, it has gone to wrack and ruin.
Actually, somebody cut the grass recently, so it’s short and tufty but the beautiful flower-beds have long since lost their colour-coordinated order.