My godmother was on of the few jolly adults in my constrained '50s childhood- and I loved her very much. I hadn't seen her in 40 years and was afraid of finding her diminished, but she has hardly changed at all. She's greyer and thinner and she walks with sticks; otherwise she's the same person. Imagine a woman of 93 with the effervescence of Olivia Coleman or (if your memory goes back that far) Joyce Grenfell- who doesn't wear glasses, isn't in the least bit deaf, takes no medication of any kind and is willing and able to talk about Paul O'Grady and selfies. I'm as much in awe as I ever was, perhaps more so.