Finishing people’s sentences for them.

Coffee, Wordle, Sodoku on the hard setting, then take a 3 km walk. Mostly.

Venice and Florence.

Research material into the history of the cheese fondue, that it dates as far back as 1699 and that there’s far more to it than just dunking bread in melted cheese. (I know, I have a one-track mind).

Camping and similar outdoorsy things.

The kid at the back of the class

The Kia I bought two cars ago.

The Artful Dodger.

My new blue Corolla Cross. It kind of offsets the bad experience with the Kia two cars ago.

Olive Screiner, in her time, in Matjiesfontein, circa 1891-3, shortly before she married Cron. Because I have often imagined her there at that time, when she was writing Thoughts on South Africa.

Hardly ever there.

Ingrid Bergman.

The Corrs’ traditional Irish instrumentals, Joni Mitchell, Valiant Swart.

A piano, and to know how to play it. No.

Tim Conway. He is dead, technically, but he lives on YouTube.

Lord Lucan.

Serendipity.

Unfortunately.

Not being able to think, remember, write, work.

I would hate to have to retire. I would continue trying to think, remember, write, work.

Hannibal Lecter.

Do you enjoy being older more than you enjoyed being younger?
(The answer would be yes.)