I have been trying to put myself in the position of a terminally ill person – somewhere I hope I never am. Except of course we are all terminally "ill" – or at least bound to die – from the day we are born. I would feel angry about other people taking over my illness without my consent. Clearly quite enough of that happens with clinicians etc. without my family joining in too. I have managed my own life – albeit fairly sloppily – let me manage my own death. I don't think I want Victorian scenes of deathbed reconciliation thanks.
Only 50% of middle age adult manage more than 1 brisk 10 min walk a month.
Good Morning Friday 3rd July 2026



