I think old age is like adolescence in that we change rapidly. As my body slumps and my skin wrinkles my tastes are changing.
As I grew up I began to like mushrooms and broad beans and now I've discovered I like beetroot! My mother always sliced beetroot in vinegar, which I've always loathed. If I live long enough will I start liking pickles or fish or runny eggs?
What can't you see yourself ever eating?
Last weekend, in Rutland, the first statue in Britain of the late Elizabeth II was unveiled.