Ah, so you think arsenal's avatar looks like a door-to-door vacuum cleaner salesman, DaveyJonesLocker? My image of a door-to-door salesman is an Arthur Daley type (as played by the British actor, George Cole) wearing a Trilby hat, a cheap ill-fitting suit and smoking a Castella Panatella cigar. Not someone wearing a Bowler hat.
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For me, arsenal's avatar reminds me of a slimmed down version of Hector the tax inspector cartoon character, which was used to advertise self assessment by the Inland Revenue (as it was then called) in the UK. Incidentally, it was much disliked by its staff. But at least he wore a Bowler Hat, so there is a greater connection to the avatar used by arsenal.
Now, the possibilities for selecting an avatar for yourself look quite interesting, DaveyJonesLocker. From a casual perusal of the Internet, there would appear to be quite a wide selection. As a new member of the forum, I highly recommend the use of an avatar. You may however have noticed some of the old lags stubbornly refuse to think of one which adequately represents their forum name. Between you and me, they are known as the refuseniks. And you wouldn’t want to be one of them, would you?
Ah, but I seem to have wandered way off topic and to avoid further incurring the wrath of françois who seems not to have noticed that the OP's question has currently been answered to the best of our knowledge, I had better quickly return to the topic in hand.
Having given the matter of a retirement home some further thought, I think when the time comes for me to enter a retirement home; I'll make arrangements to move north of the UK border. I was surprised to find that the care of the elderly is free in Scotland and paid for by the general taxpayer. So a no-brainer really.
At least the staff and my fellow inmates will speak English, the television, which I'll be plonked down in front of all day, will be in English and the newspapers will be in English. And the only downside that I can think of, apart from the weather, is that instead of meatloaf on a Thursday night, I'll be served haggis, neeps and tatties.
Oh what joy! I can hardly wait.