Lamentatio My fine-motor skills were never much to scribble home about and they’ve started to let me down less gently than ever— mis-dunk of biscuits in coffee, typos and skewed alignments in emails. My eyes and ears too are, if not stuffed, not what or even as many as they used to be in terms of utility. I’ll soon be prone to falls and prone longer after them. So it goes. I’ve got my affairs in order slowly with the help of a solicitor, all the cheaper for having nothing to spend his money on and older and more decrepit…