Sit back. I’m going to tell you a story about Mrs Nock. The reason I tell it now is because she died last week. Not in a tragic-screaming-car-crash-murder-suicide-death-plunge way. Simply because she was old. And even by today’s standards, when you’re in your 90s you’re old. Sure, you can be sprightly. Agile. Active. But you’re … Continue reading The story of Mrs Nock