Giving up the triple lock state pension would be my generation’s gift to Britain

In December I will be 77 years old. I have age-related ailments – small stuff triggers unreasonable reactions and I often feel like a lost and wandering soul in the speedy, high-tech modern world. Why won’t they take cash at the coffee shop? Why, oh, why did the neighbourhood minicab company shut down? And I am more grouchy than I once was, as are millions of fellow pensioners. We should remember the wise advice: “Do not complain about growing old. It is a privilege denied to many.