My Aunt went into a home for six weeks to try and get her up and mobile after staying in hospital. She was physically ill but very sharp otherwise, and although everyone in the family were appalled at how shabby the place was, she liked it. The rooms were nice, it was warm and she kept saying how lovely the food was. There was a bird table outside the window, and she made friends quickly. When we visited, she asked to be taken to her room so we could have privacy and a laugh without disturbing the others. The important things to her were the lovely meals - a cooked breakfast and puddings after dinner, how warm it was (she was always cold at home), and being able to have a bath. She didn’t want to go home!