Dh’s old aunt lived in a similar block, Franbern. Fine for several years, but when the time came that she couldn’t manage, although she had plenty of money she absolutely loathed parting with any of it, so expected neighbours to help her ‘for love’.
Her lovely and much put-upon cleaning lady* did a lot, too, including doing her shopping and then being berated for not having gone to a different shop for the butter, where it was 1p cheaper!
We lived a good 2 hour drive away, so popping in was out of the question, and within a few days she invariably sent any carers dh arranged for her, packing.
As a result I’d have her neighbours (mostly elderly and decrepit themselves) on the phone wailing that they just couldn’t cope any more.
She once also expected dh, who was knackered after a long night flight for work, to visit her now. For no real reason, other than that he was expected to dance attendance. He went, though.
He did eventually manage to get her into a nice care home, but it was an utterly exhausting, drawn out process which she resisted every step of the way. And although by then she’d got to the stage where she couldn’t get herself to the loo during the night, she afterwards told everyone who’d listen that she was only there because her nephew had ‘made’ her go.
*After the aunt died, dh and his brothers made a deed of variation to her will, in order to send a very nice cheque to the cleaning lady.
In the past we have given a lot of regular help to very frail, elderly neighbours who we’ve known for many years and are very fond of, but TBH it was getting too much. Thankfully, after one of them had yet another fall and was admitted to hospital, carers 4 times a day were arranged - long overdue - and we now rarely get a call at all.