>>Come the day I can't look after myself physically and/or financially, well, let's put it this way, I won't be sitting in a poxing care home with nothing much to look forward to other than Countdown and a sing song.
>>Some version of a short pier and a long walk will no doubt be available, and in my case, infinitely preferable.
You and me both guvnor. I used to visit 'old peoples homes' in my mobile car tuning days. A strong smell of urine + the old folk sitting around in the day room either watching day time TV or nodding off.
My friend the leather craftsman ended up in a nursing home down here when his prostate cancer spread to his bones - I've been in bigger police station cells (Shhhh!) than his pokey little room.
Thinking back, I reckon he actually preferred the nursing home to his isolated moorland cottage - 3 meals per day, always some characters to have a chinwag with. We (all his friends) used to regularly turn up and take him out on trips/meals to various parts of Cornwall. Course, it wouldn't be like that for a no-one like me ;)
www.youtube.com/watch?v=m5jdxUduXw4
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