My daughter and I have run a few half marathons together — which sounds impressive until she went and did a full marathon while I bravely… didn’t. She was braver and clearly far less emotionally attached to the sofa. I chickened out. When she crossed that finish line, I was bursting with pride — she inspired me and reminded me that the only real blocker is yourself. So here I am, finally stepping up and hoping I can survive 26 miles.

In March we unfortunately lost the old man, within his last few weeks in hospital, the staff from the Oxford Heart Centre at the John Radcliffe Hospital were truly amazing and put every effort into treating him as a human, with dignity and respect right up to the end. It seems a fitting charity for someone who taught me how to be human.