We took my mother for a birthday meal at Leybourne- down the road from where Jenny and Ian live. Afterwards we went back to their place for tea. We were worried about my mother climbing the steps to the front door but she managed easily- using a walking stick and the rail. I walked beside her with a hand under one elbow but I wasn't needed.
My mother is very deaf, and when she's in company mostly just lets the conversation wash round her, but you can't assume she's not listening. I was telling Jenny and Ian about her hogging the TV remote and she wriggled her shoulders and settled back in her chair with a huge, self-satisfied, Humpty Dumpty grin.