The violence of the elderly?

When I was travelling around on buses in my youth, it was expected that a younger person, and especially children, would get up and offer their seats to older or pregnant adults who were standing. I used to hate doing it, simply because it made me the centre of attention, albeit only for a moment, and I just wasn't keen on that. However, I used to comfort myself with the thought that when I was old, youngsters would do the same for me. It hasn't happened of course, as in I haven't got old yet ...
(Pause for polite agreement) and youngsters, if they even notice you at all, would trample over you in the rush to get where they're going.  Proof of this was brought home to me some time ago in Chester, when a young woman with a baby in a buggy dashed out of a shop and straight across my path, without even seeing me, whereupon, she was mildly chastised by her partner.
"Watch out, you nearly knocked that old woman over!"
They both definitely noticed me when I explained quite forcibly that I was NOT old and did he perhaps need a visit to the optician in the near future? (OK, I didn't say the bit about the optician.)
We 'baby boomers' are not favourably viewed on the whole. We're the ones who 'had it all', which is true to a certain extent. We have been lucky. We grew up in a time when attitudes were changing, jobs were plentiful and, for the first time,  young people had a disposable income and the freedom that went with it.  Now, one of the few advantages of being of a certain age is that we have reasonable pensions, which the next cohort are less likely to have, although any savings we might have will almost certainly be swallowed up  in due course in care costs. 
But when I see this about over 75s being responsible for over half of all physical assaults on NHS staff, firstly, I find it  impossible to believe (think Saturday night in any A&E in the country) and secondly, I can only feel sorry for all concerned; the often confused elderly and the overstretched staff who don't have the time they need to explain things and go at a slower pace to suit the patient. 
Barring accident or terminal illness, we'll all eventually arrive in that land of old age but of course, the politicians, who should be doing all they can to make the experience more manageable, will be cushioned by the private care which their wealth will provide.

The daily round

Yep! I know, it's ages since I last posted. The more spare time I have, the less profitable use I seem to make of it and I don't know why that is but there you are. 
It's just over five months now since Dad died and a lot of that time was taken up with sorting out his affairs, clearing the house, getting it ready for sale and  fortunately, managing to sell it for the asking price to a nice young couple who, I hope, will be happy there. Paddy and Toby still pull on the lead to turn into the garden whenever we pass by and I still have to remind myself not to check whether the lawn has been mown as I drive past. 
 Then I spent a week on Welsh summer school in Mold, which was great, a chance to meet fellow learners, share our experiences of speaking Welsh, or trying to and learning that I could get through a week of classes where Welsh was spoken ninety percent of the time and understand it!
I also learned that I find it a lot more tiring doing a full week of classes than I did fifty odd years ago . Who knew!
The other small item of news is that, as well as not being able to hack a full week of studying, it appears I am no longer able to step outside the front door without tripping over the mat and going flying.
Just when you think life is getting boring!

Plaster board and dust

So, we're still no further forward on the British Gas smart meter front and I've given up making non-existent appointments with them...