What worries you about getting older?

I saw them recently on their morning walk, and they caused me a pang. I have always wanted a pug and now I can't have one, because buying a puppy when you are too old to take it for walks is unfair. There are dog-walkers, of course; but the best part of owning a dog is walking with it, enjoying its delight when it detects the signs that a walk is imminent, and its glee when its lead is unsnapped and it can bound off over the grass, casting cheerful looks back at you from time to time to make sure that you are still in touch.

I cry a lot because I miss people. I cry a lot because they die and I can't stop them. They leave me and I love them more. ... And so it's what I dread more than anything is the isolation.

Forgetting the wonderful memories I have got from throughout my life. Three years ago, I was diagnosed with dementia.

Possible dementia.

That my nose and chin will touch.

Not being able to perform adequately.

Becoming doubly incontinent.

Not being able to fend for myself and being a burden to others.

Learning lines.

Getting even older.

Not to be able to do the things that you take for granted, like running up the tube steps or going somewhere under your own steam.