The British Way of Dying
So, we’re all to work until we’re 68, are we?
Well that all seems very sensible, what with rising life expectancy and all. And then, I think about the fact my Dad died at 65 and it sends a small shiver down my spine. Who’s up for dying in harness, then?
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