We know about the half-Italian, half-Slovenian author, also a centenarian and a lover of sweet, milky coffee. Today, we’ll be looking at the case of the Englishwoman who is a fan of walking and full-fat dairy products, and who still enjoys a dram of whisky at an age when most people struggle to sip still water infused with flavoured aspartame. It might be said that death is a vicious clown whose flailing scythe reaps with profound injustice, and the best way to hold your own against him, as long as you can, is to forget the advice of your doctor who, let’s not forget is the treacherous and cowardly sell-out who will write your death certificate while holding out his other hand for his mortuary bonus.
