I was cleaning out the pigsty at a farm in Wales, where my mother had rented a room, when the results of my final school exam were handed to me by the postman, along with the news that I had a state scholarship to Oxford. I had waited for this letter for so many weeks that I had abandoned hope, deci
“I do think about aging. I have those moments of panic and vanity, but life keeps getting better, so you can't worry about it too much.”