Precious Times

As I go round to see my ladies and gents it strikes me that the older we get the more value our time on earth.

 I was touched by a comment from a 95 year old gent today, who dutifully got up to go to the front door of his care home to see his daughter off. This involved a walk down three corridors and trip in the lift.

As he struggled to get out of his chair his daughter protested ‘You stay in your chair Dad, I'll be alright,  I'm sure the Carer has some things to do and probably wants to get on.’

‘No I have a mind of my own and I am going to come downstairs and see you off’ came the firm reply

　
I patiently waited the ten minutes for him to get back up to the room and as he sat down he apologised for making me wait before saying : -

‘I always like to walk down to the front door to say goodbye to my daughters. I may never see them again!’

New Technology

Interestingly, we often go on about how the youth of today don't know about things like vinyl records etc.

I went to see an elderly chap today who was excitedly telling me that he went to buy the new Bond movie 'Skyfall' for his son, and was astonished that he could only buy it in a disc format (not tape).

I had to bite my tongue when he said 'Do you know they can get a whole film onto one disc nowadays? It's amazing!' and then after a few seconds he asked 'Will it play on my Cd player?'

'I'm afraid not'

 'Oh well never mind I am sure my son will be able to play it, he has all these new fangled gadgets'

Wrong number

Deidre always finds me something to sort out when I arrive at her house. I have shown her how to use her microwave oven because fish and chips seven days a week is not a particularly good diet; I have put a curtain back up; sorted out an extractor fan and brought some ‘Vanish' over to get rid of a carpet stain; but above all of these, the thing that needs sorting most of all is the television. About twice a week she has pressed a button and lost the picture, then greets me with ‘This television is no good, I’ll have to get a new one’ (It is brand new by the way)

One of the things she regularly does is to simply turn it off from the remote and because of this I wrote down a few simple instructions for her to follow.

So today, I enter her house and ask ‘How are you today?'
‘Not good, my telly’s broken again’ she retorts ‘it hasn’t worked since you left it yesterday.'
‘Really?’ Did you follow the instructions I wrote out for you?’
‘Yes. You watch’ she said as she picked up her telephone. ‘I am pressing the green button and then pressing 800’

Heaven only knows who she was ringing.