Every now and then I have this worry. What if I can no longer drive? I live in a big bungalow - now alone having lost Veronica and Fleur our little dog - on the edge of 3 miles of farmland. The thought of trying to condense all that I have in the way of books, a workshop, DVDs, all those sort of things, is quite upsetting. I think it would, quite literally, drive me mad. Looking at those pictures, what I have around me in my office would fill such an environment to overflowing, never mind the rest of the house.
I have always claimed that growing old is better than not doing so - but could I be wrong?
Mike