Henry SlatorBorn 1953. Part time writer for 35 years. Fit, healthy and active until colon cancer diagnosed in early 2020. Thought I had coped well until I struggled with the chemo after surgery. Cheered myself up by writing wildly imaginative conversations with he inhabitants of our garden pond which, with a mass of great illustrations, can cheer anybody. But mostly pensioners, because I am one, and not too many people write humour to rekindle the joy of our inner child. Who is getting on a bit. Read More Read Less