Something Familiar

It’s often the familiar things that make us feel comfortable – the easy chair that’s finally moulded itself to our body, the cup with the chip just where our lip meets the china, the view over the fields that hasn’t changed since we were old enough to appreciate it.

There is nothing more familiar to me than my own body. It’s served me well these 52 years that I’ve been using it and I’m happy with its performance even now. Like a well-worn pair of jeans, it fits me just so and I’m loathto let...