The marvellously resilient Standard Life, the medical insurance company that keeps paying my bills - which I am going to total up again soon, but are running at over a thousand pounds most weeks - has finally, three years into this, put up our monthly premium. Expected, right? I mean cancer treatment is killingly expensive. Only the funny thing is this - according to the letter, which we have been anticipating for months now, the increase isn't anything to do with me and my cancer. It's because Anthony, who's never cost Standard Life a penny, has, apparently, "moved into a new age category".