Today I went with my aunt to visit a couple of residential homes for my grandma.

In one of the places we were shown, without warning, the manager opened a door onto a large lounge where about twenty or twenty-five elderly men and women were sitting in a semi-circle around a small television in the corner of the room. They all turned to us in unison, remained silent, and then went back to their afternoon entertainment.

I turned to my aunt and said, “it’s like a scene from The Birds, only more creepy,” and it really was. We exited the other side of the lounge and I felt a shiver along the length of my back.

Suffice to say, I don’t want my grandma ending up in that place.