I'm fifty, and there's so much more I want to do, so many things I want to see, and so many things I want to build.

I love life - and I live pretty much every day. There are loads of things I have to do, but every day I take some time to do some stuff I want, and it's great.

Do you really not care if you die at fifty? When you're 45, will you still say the same? What about when you're 49?

Would you be content to be told you have a year to live? Have you done everything you want to do?