I went for my last official mammogram today, so as far as the Health Service is concerned I'm too old/not worth bothering with any more. Well, bugger them, 70 is the new 50! I'm not de-cluttering either, because when I win the lottery I'm going to buy a penthouse with a sea view, furnish it with a bed, a table, two chairs and a very comfy sofa, and have the best of both worlds; a minimalist flat to sleep and eat in, and my tip of a house to play in. 
If I come across posts by the grumps and bickerers I just scroll on by, I don't feel the need to react unless I'm feeling grumpy too.
As for black-catters I do sometimes feel tempted to ask what makes some people think that their grandchildren have got bigger heads than other people's grandchildren...