Like father, like son

By Jim RobinsonMay 2012 (Magazine)

Whenever my four-year-old boy asks me how old I am and I tell him the truth, I am invariably met with a look of horror that anyone, anywhere, could ever be that old. His incredulous, somewhat disgusted expression is an apt reflection of how I sometimes feel when I read reports on ageing and it dawns on me how most of us are going to be doing a lot more of it in future.