1st November, 2026: 28 Days Later.
Right … I’ve officially had my eye test: and — through a mix of NHS vouchers and pricing — picked my new frames and lenses.
Those … ?
Should be at my opticians by this coming Saturday.
Hopefully?
They’ll be worth waiting for …
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Did I mention my nephew was over, last night?
My nephew, Jude, was over last night.
You can tell what’s coming, can’t you?
Yes: Jude’s latest video!
Feel free to hit the ‘Like’ button!
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Do you mind a contentious view? One’s that going to be thought os as bad taste, right now?
I’m a Terry Pratchett fan: one genuinely left devastated by the man’s diagnosis with a form of Alzheimer’s called Post Cortical Atrophy … and by his resulting support for assisted dying.
Why mention that now?
Because of the recent death of the late Sir Patrick Stewart.
Because?
Because his spokesperson, Kelly Bush Novak, said that he’d died after “following a brief and poignant journey with Alzheimer’s Disease and Lewy Body Dementia.”
A brief and poignant journey.
Brief.
I know, having seen a grandmother’s death from Alzheimer’s, that her death took time.
As did Sir Terry’s death.
So an Alzheimer’s-related death that’s described as brief?
Bothered me.
I could only conclude one thing.
Sir Patrick was helped to die: something allowed by the law in California, where he lived.
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Am I right?
I don’t know.
Would I be raising it with his family, right now?
Good lord, no!
But … ?
But couldn’t not say what I felt: that he made the brave, and wise, decision to die at a time he chose: rather than face a humiliating condition that would kill his mind slowly.
Well played, Sir Patrick: well played.
“We must be free from torture and suffering, we must have the freedom to choose for ourselves. We have no choice about how and when we come into this word, but it seems that we should be able to have a choice in how we leave it if our death is fast approaching.”Sir Patrick Stewart, in a statement from Dignity In Dying.
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