I’m getting to that point in my dotage where folks have started to notice a bit of deterioration.

I’ve always been not quite right in the head, so I have quite an advantage in reaching ga-ga before contemporaries of greater sobriety.

So much so that I don’t think it will be too long before my kids persuade me to grant them Power of Attorney – certainly over financial matters.  Indeed, I’ve started to make plans already.

For instance, when my useful time is through, I’d like them to push my bath-chair off a cliff.  Quick and easy. And deniable, of course. “The silly old git wouldn’t be told. He said he wanted to play with the gannets.”

I shall entrust this task to No. 1 Daughter. (No. 2 Daughter is a bit sloppy about these things).  But I would have every confidence in No. 1 Daughter.

Come to think of it, she’s offered a few times lately to take me for a day out to Flamborough Head.