Depression Central

So since my parents have been away, my sister and I have had to ramp-up our visits to our granmother is her "lodge". In between me eating all of her cheese without her noticing and watching her take what she describes as her "happy pills", I have started to stalk the old people on lower floors. It seems one of their favourite past times in this place is walking around. Sometimes we walk granny up to the communal lounge room or the "blue room" and then back to her room. She does this daily, as do many of the other "residents". I suggested that they start a walking group, except she didnt like that idea and went back to complaining about how bad the food is. I'm sure i'll get arrested for these photos.