When I was a young mother and struggling to get on/off the bus with shopping and/or pushchair, I would often find that it was the older men who would rush to help me, while they probably needed more help themselves than me, but I always appreciated it and thanked them warmly. Obviously they were brought up in an era when good manners mattered.
Caring for HW Dementia is making me so tired, not the tired that sleep can fix



