This morning early, I read a story that told of the overweening burden of guilt felt by baby-boomers that compelled them to put their aged parents into a hostel, yet to insist that they have a single room with en-suite. I gather the economics-of-ageing mandate twin- or preferably quad- rooms with shared bathroom. It gets lonely by oneself, see ...
When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book.
And slowly read and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep.
W. B. Yeats