I read today that your best chance of living to be 100 (presuming that would be desirable) could be having parents or grandparents who lived to be centenarians. This is regardless of whether you give up drink, fags or cheeseburgers. I'm doing my best. Both my grandmother and my mother lived to be 95. (So, incidentally, did my mother-in-law). They were not in very good physical shape for the last year or so but their minds were very alert. So I shall persevere with the Telegraph crossword.
If I sound a bit sozzled in future it is because I may try out a new remedy for my painful arthritic joints. Raisins steeped in gin! Skol!
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Ramblings of a nonagenerian (vintage 1923). Grew up in Lambeth in the 20s and 30s. Lived and worked in London during World War II. I have been attempting to do the Telegraph Cryptic Crossword since 1939! (My daughter says I *have* to write this, but I am troubled as it sounds so conceited.) I bought my first computer aged 85 and am continually frustrated by the vagaries of the technological age.
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