Christian Lamb
At 103, people often ask me if I have any rules that allow me to live so long. I can't say that I do, but the thing is to go on enjoying myself and try not to think about how many people I depend on.
Since I first fell over, cracking all sorts of bones, I do exercises taught me by a magic physio, including how to negotiate stairs and allowing me to approach taxis.
My daughter, Felicity, found me a selection of carers, nearly all from South Africa, who make delicious fried sandwiches with melted butter. With careful weeding, they have become friends.
The way my family celebrated
