Old age is no longer a blip in the calendar, just a few declining years before the end. Old age is now a major, important part of life. It should command as much thought as teenagers give to exam results and young people contemplating a future life together.

I am in my 80s and moving towards the end of my life. In a literal sense I have moved from my home of fifty odd years into another . . . the home where I will live out my days. Writing here of how it happened is both a reconciliation of what cannot be avoided, and a confrontation with the inevitable.