Dame M rarely leaves her house now. Someone suggested she should get the Seniors Sunday Travel Pass, but I knew it was a silly idea as she would never use it. She still had her gold BMW when we first met her, but her driving is un-imagineable to me. She goes for dinner or lunch to the Balaclava Hotel to eat, drink and gamble and that is about the only place she goes. If she needs to go to the doctor, she takes a taxi. Her boarder occasionally escorts her to the movies, usually The George cinema in Fitzroy Street, which is not too far to walk. She no longer goes to the hairdresser as her boarder has been taught how to do her hair. Her minions do any shopping that she needs done. She seems to have lost confidence in her abiltiy to function outside the house. While it is a bit sad, she does not seem distressed by it.
Sometimes old people are forced out of their comfort zone. I saw one such old codger yesterday leaving retired politician Don Chipp's State funeral at St Pauls. He was immaculately dressed in a very nice suit. Even though he had a female in her thirties and a very attactive young man escorting him, he still managed to hit the deck in the middle of Swanston Street. He struggled to get up and hit the deck a second time. Note to folks in this situation. It is not imperative that if someone falls down, that they must immediately be hauled back on to their feet. Give them some time.
I expect the old chap would have been very pleased once he reached the reassuring environs of his own abode. He will remember the day as not the best one of his life.