Lots of very helpful hints and ideas, thank you. Should help a lot, because my hands get worse every year. Luckily I have an able-bodied husband, bless him, but while he's at work I have to make do. On the subject of public loos, some of the airport and service station toilets have no main door into the ladies', just a bend you walk round, so there's nothing to touch. I hate those awful sanitary bins in the cubicle. You're squashed up against them while on the throne, and they always smell horrible. My dear old friend Pat is further down the rheumatics road than I am, and she's very up-to-date with the latest gadgets for opening jars etc. I do like those chunky spud-peelers and fish-slices.
While we're discussing loos, I also hate stupid toilet rolls that are firmly stuck down so you can't get them started. I bet some sadistic person in the factory sniggers on his way home, thinking of all the folk ripping at their rolls to get a sheet from them!