Am I the only person who’s seen half her iTunes’ collection die this year? Bowie, Lemmy, Prince… They’ve each touched my life in ways that they would never realise and have been the backdrop to my last 49 years.
It’s a question that strikes fear into my heart. She’d just been to the day centre – God bless the NHS – and it could have been anything. She had a small stroke a few years ago and at times can’t quite remember her words, so a conversation can turn into a Two Ronnies‘ sketch. Continue reading “When I’m sixty-four”→