My late father used to collect three ladies from the old people's home along the road, and drive them to church on Sunday morning.
I went to help one morning as one lady was recovering from a hip operation, and Dad, at 83, felt he may need some help to get her down the three steps and into the car. We got her and her friend into the car easily.
Then the third lady asked us to help her down the steps. I held one elbow, Dad held the other, and off we went. As we got to the car, she turned to Dad and said "Thank you dear. I'm 68 you know!"
