I am a mentally ill {on meds, so thinking logically} pensioner and have been homeless, til fate gave me a really nice flat. So much so, that every so often, somebody tries to get it from me. Elder abuse! As if the man {name him as F.R.} who gave me a home visit and was provably lying, would have lied had I been a big-built male teen body-builder! I was downright suicidal over the false allegations, and have asked for proof twice and got none. And i can almost hear a chorus of disapproval, of incredulity, at WP, as I am able to type this when suicidal, but in typing this, I feel my life force coming back within me.