He is 75 and lives alone.
Does not do any cleaning, but will do washing, gardening, and showers daily. Changes his bed weekly, very rigid schedule helps him remember to do things and what day it is.
Seems to have some agoraphobia, not helped by Covid.
Will drive to places he knows, will go shopping to two shops he knows, but once a week at most.
Constantly angry with the world, has fallen out with neighbours, he is always right, no grey areas - sticks rigidly to rules and expects everyone else to.
I visit when I can but it’s dragging me down. Constantly complains, never has anything nice to say or asks about my kids.
I think he needs antidepressants, but he refuses.
I don’t know why I’ve e written this, just wish he’d go out and enjoy life rather than waiting to die. It’s sad, he was such a strong man who loved adventures.