In which I decide that someone who can breathe while swimming freestyle is also capable of breathing more slowly.Read More
In which I am therapeutically strangled by a physiotherapist who wants me to relax.Read More
This is an archaic blog, written a few years ago when I turned 75. In which I bully myself into making 12 lifestyle changes in a single year, hoping to increase my health and happiness in old age and reduce my chances of getting dementia. This is my personal boot camp for the extra years—the bonus years that we never expected or desired. The years of ageing and old age.