A strange thing happens when you hit your 60s. Having sailed through life in pretty good shape, suddenly your formerly healthy friends start falling apart – and you’re not looking so tip top either.
One friend’s breast cancer has returned, another had a massive heart attack and his veins are propped up with stents, two have prostate cancer (though thankfully caught early) and I’ve lost count of the number of hip and knee ops everyone’s now having.
Then there are