One of the wills I have gives an old mother there right to do those things, and also have a stack of logs delivered, to draw water from the well and cook her food, and to come and go as she wished. You do wonder what would have happened to her without express permission - having to sit in her cold corner with a bit of bread and cheese while the family hog the fire and eat roast beef?
Mind you, I don't think my semi-millionairess would have stood for that. She sounds like the kind of matriarch who would have everyone quaking in their shoes.
I laughed today and it felt good.