Round the corner from us there is a houseing development that primarily forms the homes of people aged 65 and upwards.
The advantages are that there is a janitor who clears snow and autumn leaves from the pavements, wheels bins out on bin days and can be relied upon to do small repairs or contact tradesmen to do them.
To my mind these advantages are greatly outweighed by the disadvantages;
The accomodation is in reality flatlets with a fair-sized livingroom, a bedroom only barely large enough for a double bed, wardrobe and chest of drawers, a miniscule hall, bathroom and kitchen. In other words no way you could continue living there if you were in a wheel-chair or needed help getting in and out of bed, as a carer neither could nor should work in such cramped conditions.
An even bigger disadvantage is that most of the inhabitants are old women with too little to do, so what do they do?
They never mind their own business, as they are occupied from dawn to well after dusk minding everyone else's!
If you don't keep a perfect garden, they complain. If you let a cat roam freely, they complain. If you put carefully wrapped cat litter in the bin (which the bin-men don't mind) they complain. If your dog barks, they complain. If their dog barks, well that is just a dog's nature, after all. If you hang washing out on a Tuesday, they ask why you don't wash on Mondays.
The list is far longer, but by now you have the picture, and realise why I assuredly will not be moving round there, however hard it might become to run this house!