Appreciating what you have.
I was in the front garden this morning when an elderly lady asked me where No151 was. We live at 53 (hence my userid). When I told her where it was her face dropped, and she asked where the nearest bus stop was. That is also a long walk and I could see she was getting stressed. I offered to take her up to 151 and she said she just wanted to look at it because she had lived there 30 years ago. We have been in our house longer than that which is relevant to what happened next.
I stopped outside 151 and she said "Yes, that's the number but the house didn't look anything like that when I lived there". I know the houses were built in the 1950's so alarm bells started ringing loud in my head, even more so when she asked if I could drop her at the bus stop as she could get home from there. I asked where she lives now in order to drop her at the correct stop, and she gave 151 as her address but was insistent that it was in the next suburb out of town. The road name doesn't exist there, and there is nothing even similar.
I then decided the best course of action was to take her to our local police station, and on the way there she was pointing out all the road names and saying they are the same as where she lives. At this point she still thought I was taking her to the bus stop and said she'll just ask the driver to drop her at ****, (the road we were in). About the only thing she said which actually made sense was "Oh dear, my husband will go mad if he knows this has happened again", so a moment of clarity in a sadly very befuddled brain.
I finally called in to the police station and they took her into the office and have hopefully found out where she actually lives.
I was feeling sore, stiff and frustrated in the garden because I can't get on with things properly because of my duff knees and hip. By comparison I have no problems at all.