1987, I locked the only set of keys to the car which I'd hired at San Francisco airport, in the pocket of my jeans which I'd put in the suitcase in the boot of the car. I was in Yosemite national Park , several hours drive from San Francisco where I'd stopped to take a picture of El Capitano and change into shorts as I was too hot. Fortunately some climbers appeared and using some tools from their climbing equipment managed to dismantle enough of the back seat for me to get my arm into the boot and into my suitcase to retrieve the keys which fortunately I'd left unzipped. I had a stress migraine for the rest of the day.
Am I being taken for granted, or is this just what being a grandparent is today?
What medical conditions seem more common now than when you were growing up?


