When my dad was in his failing years my sister, Linda, and I used to visit him in his sheltered accommodation at Worksop (she, I confess, much more frequently than me).

She tells me the tale about one of her visits.

They’d talked for an hour or more when she asked him out of the blue,

“Do you have any regrets about your life, dad; anything you’d do differently if you had your time again?”.

He thought for a second or two and said,

“No, I don’t think so”.

The conversation continued until it was time for her to leave.  After she’d kissed him Goodbye and got to the door he said,

“Linda. About that question you asked me…”

“What was that, dad?”

“About me having any regrets”.

“Oh yes” she said.

“I wish I’d have made love to more women” he said.

Not the answer a daughter hoped or expected to hear but one, I’m sure, the rest of us blokes can identify with.