O tempora, o mores

It's a fact of life as the years rack up that one pays more visits to the chemists than heretofore.  Both this morning and on my last visit, there was someone ahead of me being given a slurp of methodone.   And they are the relatively lucky ones whose addiction is being managed, and aren't being forced to do street retail to fund their own hard drugs.  Maybe.  Helps me to see my old geezer medications in context, I suppose.