I enjoy life, so I’m trying to make the most of it. I’ll be the one in the purple hat slip sliding into the funeral parlour one day. To have lived is to have had good times, to have survived the bad times, to have friends, to have eaten fabulous meals and seen fine sights. To this end I don’t spend a lot of time vacuuming, I chose to play golf, dig in the garden and read to my grandson. A life fully lived for me would be to have experienced new years eve in New York, to have visited Auschwitz to feel the spirit of those lost in war. I’ll eat haggis in Scotland and drink fine wine in France. I’ll read as many books as I can and knit jerseys, crochet funky coloured blankets for friends and children of friends – hoping they carry them around till they are grownups. I’ll have donated enough plasma (no whole blood anymore – damn malaria!) to save a hundred people’s lives, donated enough money to have made a difference to my chosen charities. I’ll have stories to tell and advice to dispense, I’ll be boring in my tales of golf courses played and will fill many scrapbooks with memories. But for right now, I’ll copy this list of successes so that I can make sure the bucket list is being ticked off and added to regularly.