My best friend died yesterday - aged 60. She collapsed from sheer exhaustion from looking after her elderly parents aged 92 and 94. A an only child, her mother never stopped ringing her (20 times a day!) demanding her attention. Nothing was ever enough. Its Christmas Day today and I feel utterly flat. How on earth do we get parents to understand that we are no longer young, have children of our own and cannot be in 10 places at once? We are all devastated.
Do you think you know when you are going to die?
By special request, let’s discuss our favourite Classic Music and why?

