Reading about other people's health, it becomes obvious pretty quickly that stress is one of the biggest threats. So I try not to worry when reading the obituaries.
To reduce my own stress, I play the piano for about an hour when I get up in the morning - that helps me to exercise my fingers - and, of course, keep my arms in the air. It's terribly uplifting. That's my form of meditation, so to speak. I might start off with a scale or two, then I whip into some fast boogie-woogie, which is lovely, and then it starts to take over and move into its own world. It's a bit like flying, when you're improvising. Marvellous.
Then I'm ready for my walk around Greenwich park. I only do vigorous walking, not some form of leisurely stroll. I suddenly spurt off in one direction. I don't stop to talk to anybody. I went to a gym for a while and they had walking machines, but you can't enjoy views of London or whatever. Then, when I get home, I'm ready to read the obituaries.
I pick up lots of other little tips. I remember one chap who had started smoking cigars, as a tiny bit of nicotine can help to prevent senile dementia. So I have taken that up. Somebody else swore by drinking red wine with dinner, so I took that up, too.