I expect to die at approximately 94, all things being average. I also expect that I’ll be bedridden for the last three months, and that I’ll spend most of those

I expect to die at approximately 94, all things being average. I also expect that I’ll be bedridden for the last three months, and that I’ll spend most of those three months fighting with technology and cursing its frustrating interfaces, not entirely missing the irony of the fact I spent most of my life avoiding anything IoT. My last words before I die of frostbite will likely be ‘hey google please please switch the heating back on’, to which the reply will be, for the fifty-eighth time, an apology and an offer to give me web search results on ‘swift the heath in baton’