90

That's how old my dad would've been today, had he lived. Would he have wanted to be around at that age? I really have no idea. I know I certainly wouldn't want to be, given the inevitable ravages of the aging process - both my hiccuping heart and my terminally screwed-up ankle have been playing up today, and that's before beginning to consider my greatest fear, namely losing my mental faculties to dementia or similar. I would like to live long enough to have a few years of relatively healthy retirement, something Dad was denied, dying, as he did, less than a year after after the end of his working life, but whether that's likely is, frankly, doubtful.

Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B