This is a bit long winded so please just pass by onto another discussion rather than make an unnecessary comment. At the weekend I came across an elderly man at a Supermarket who was speaking to Security..as I passed he had a boxed Sandwich in his hand and I though I heard him asking the Security man if he could have the Sandwich. I walked past and then stopped in my tracks looked around for the elderly man and he was then nowhere to be seen. This situation upset me as I would have bought the Sandwich for the elderly man myself.
I was putting my Shopping into the boot of the Car and I seen the elderly man come out of the Supermarket with no Sandwich. So I approached him...he said that he had eaten half the Sandwich and the other half had fallen on the floor. I suggested he come back into the Supermarket with me and I would buy him another Sandwich and thats what we did.
I offered to give the elderly man a lift home...he was grateful. I found out his name was Ken, he was aged 85, lived alone. I was concerned that he may not have any food in his home and that he had no money because he originally asked Security if he could have a Sandwich in the Supermarket. Ken told me he had food but that it was always going out of date. ( By this time I am broken hearted and trying to hide my tears).
Just before leaving the Car Park I asked if he would mind if I went back into the Supermarket and buy him some Shopping...he was very proud and said to me he felt like he was begging. I explained that I would just like to do a good deed so he said ok...I got some ideas of what he liked to eat and before leaving him sitting in my Car I asked if he wanted the windows left down or up as he had no coat on...he asked that i leave the windows closed as he was cold. (I am already in tears again as I am writing this and have not been a bit of good since).
I got some bags of shopping and then started the journey to his home. Firstly he said he lived around the corner from the Supermarket and then he directed me away from the road I thought I would be going down. (Here's where it gets a bit shocking). Whilst I was driving he said to me...I tell you what luv you have a lovely pair of breasts..can I touch them!! The hair on the back of my neck stood up...I was in shock...he then said...I luv breasts!! I did not know what to say or do...so I said to him...No you cant touch them! Now where do you live? I looked at him and he put his head down like a little boy being told off. At this point I just wanted to get him home quickly.
We where going further out of town..down country lanes and I was thinking OMG he could do anything to me...what have I done!! Eventually, he told me to turn into this road and stop at this Bungalow. Before we got out of the Car he asked me if I had his house keys? By this time I thought Ken was not quite right. He found his keys in his pocket and opened the door of his home...I thought just carry the bags of shopping in and go home.
Kens Bungalow was lovely inside and well kept.. not what I was expecting. As I was carrying the bags in a Car drove into the side of the property...it was woman driver.
It turns out the lady was an old neighbour and friend of Kens who looks out for him...she brings him his tea each night. She told me Ken has Alzheimers and really only has her as support. Ken has 3 sons and only sees one of them occasionally. His first wife divorced him because she thought he was carrying on with other women and he then divorced his second wife because she was carrying on with other men.
I was speaking outside the property and Kens friend said he is a right character...at that he come to the front door and I said to him I am glad you have a good friend Ken who looks out for you...he said...your my friend too.
Kens friend told me his sons where of no support to him and she for the last 30 years has looked out for him as a neighbour & friend although she has now moved away from the area. She said no one in the road would help him...they just shut the doors and dont care. She said she was trying to keep him out of a Dementia Nursing Home for as long as possible but the one son who visited every now and then wanted his Dad to go in a Nursing Home but was leaving the final decision to her as she had become his Power of Attorney. The problem now is that more & more Ken his being picked up by the Police or taken to the Police Station by strangers when he is out and about. She said that a couple of weeks ago she got a telephone call 3 am in the morning from a Doctor who had picked Ken up down a country lane. She said that Social Service had phoned her to say Ken now needs to go into a Nursing Home but she is reluctant to let him go in one. I asked what other safety measures & care had been in place for Ken and she told me he has Carers coming in if a morning to wash & dress him, give him something to eat and to give him his medication and she comes at tea time with a meal for him and to give him the rest of his medication. (She seemed very genuine and obviously cares for Ken).
I came away at that point...I did not know whether to ask the lady for her phone number to check how Ken was doing as I got on quite well with her.
This is where your advice & opinions would be appreciated. Since I have come home I cannot get Ken out my mind...I have been worrying about him and it really upsets me to think for the rest of the day it seems he is on his own from the Carers dressing washing & dressing him to his friend coming at tea time to give him a meal and the rest of his medication. I feel that for a man of 85 with Alzheimers it is far too long for him to be left alone to his own devices and far too long during the evening whereby he may go out wandering at night. I feel up to now he has been very lucky that he has fallen in decent peoples hands who have either taken him to a Police Station or dropped him off home but what happens if someone attacked him, robbed him or he fell whilst out in the day or night?? I wondered what was going to be the final situation happening whereby his friend decides Yes now he needs more help.
I know its none of my business but I have wondered what would be the final deciding factor that Ken's friend would decide he needed to go into a Nursing Home. I can understand she wants to keep him in his own home for as long as possible...I would too. But his safety has got to be now more important. She comes across as very caring and I dont understand how she is letting him wander out and about freely with no coat on and him to be now known to the Police.
So, I dont know whether it would be right for me to go call on Ken to see if he is ok.??? I dont know whether he will remember me from Sunday?? But me doing nothing feels uncomfortable knowing his situation and I have been worrying about him day & night since. What do you think? Should I mind my own business? OR should I go check on him to see if he is ok?
Do you have any favourite relaxing TV series or films?
Good Morning Sunday 21st June 2026
Offer of cash - what would you do?

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