One of the joys of being old and retired is that there no need to rush – for instance, rush to get out of bed in the morning. I love lingering in the morning. I make my first cup of coffee, collect the newspapers, and go back to bed to read it. It is, for me the most delightful time of the day.

Another joy is not having to colour my hair. I have to stop pretending that I am young. There are advantages to this. Taxi drivers are more respectful and tell me to take my time. I can announce without embarrassment that I am 70 years old. It is all very liberating?

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