When Home Is a Prison ; Sheltered Housing Promised Happiness in Their Twilight Years.But Their Home-Cooked Meals Have Gone,Along with Meeting Rooms and the Wardens Who Offered Security at Night.Nowmanyresidents Are in Despair

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EACH weekday morning, just before noon, Dorothy Goldie puts on some lipstick and powders her face. She fishes a pair of earrings out of her jewellery box and decides which of her strings of beads she will wear today.

Finally, she makes sure her hair is looking nice.

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When Home Is a Prison ; Sheltered Housing Promised Happiness in Their Twilight Years.But Their Home-Cooked Meals Have Gone,Along with Meeting Rooms and the Wardens Who Offered Security at Night.Nowmanyresidents Are in Despair

Now she is ready to face the world.

But the world, for Mrs Goldie, is not a huge place. At 93, it does not extend much beyond the sheltered housing complex where she has lived for the past four years. Soon, it will not extend much beyond her tiny flat.

The morning routine is the frail widow's preparation for the highlight of her day: lunch.

In the dining room she will see her friend Cathie Ainslie, 91, and, almost inevitably, the two will argue about politics and discuss the contents of that day's newspapers.

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