How did I miss it? I wrote about it in my diary. She would never have lived to be 123. She was 82 when she died, so I have outlived her by almost-soon-to-be TEN years. She and we expected her to go sooner, she complained so much. I guess you expect it of me, too, because I complain a lot. Sorry.

My father predicted his own sudden and immediate death by heart attack and I expected it. I was certain he was going to die when he had the attack, but he surprised me by living another fen years, dying finally, on his sixty-sixth birthday, of cancer of the liver. I wrote a play about his dying (MARK, Playwrights Press).

That’s enough for the 24th of January. I have to go to a hospital this morning for s cardiovascular test—I don’t know why.

I think I’ve burned my porridge….Anon.