J. A special Toronto moment.  Friday, when Rudy and I arrived back at the flat after walking all morning, there was a very elegantly-dressed elderly lady waiting for the lift.  She asked us which floor we were going to and we said 5.  She said, please go ahead...I'm going to 8 and I just can't stop.  We said okay, we'll ride up to 8 with you and then back down to 5.  When we all piled into the lift, she leant against the wall, knocking her very chic hat slightly askew and as she pulled off her fine white gloves said she had been out to lunch. She added, she had been required to talk and listen non-stop to a very dear friend for over an hour!   I'm 88, she said, and I'm dead on my pins and all I can think about right now is going to bed!  Rudy and I could not stop laughing.

It's such a shame that old people get a bad rap...they can be utterly fabulous!