I went to see Aunt Margaret this morning - bless her, she always forgets she is now 91. Her attitude is that age does not matter - just have to keep yourself busy. Which she isn't of course; the staff get her up, meals are prepared, she is taken to the toilet and when the time comes they take her to bed. She is not interested in watching TV and so I have no idea what she does all day.
My joy knew no bounds when I walked in and saw her wearing a pink jumper.