Next year I shall be 80. But am I a sad old biddy, taking buckets of pills every day, grappling with a dodgy hip, high blood pressure, osteoporosis and rheumy eyes?
I am not. Apart from a certain amount of annoying hearing loss, I would say that I am as fit and healthy as I was 30 or 40 years ago. Every day I am climbing up and down 50 steps to my fourth-floor flat and I walk with a spring in my step. Most years, I go on a
