A week of lectures in Bristol starts tomorrow.
Being in the West Country provides me with an opportunity to go to visit my grandmother on Thursday.
She is 93 now and is visibly frailer each time I see her. Sometimes it is hard to reconcile the figure of the aged lady sitting in the corner with the indestructible woman I remember from the past.
When she was diagnosed with bowel cancer fourteen years ago and had to undergo major surgery, I was affronted to find her in a geriatric ward …