Sam Peet
It shouldn’t have been difficult: 72 x 72. From the back seat, my daughter, newly confident in mental maths, wanted to check her answer. Whether it was because it was the end of the day, I was trying to park or something else, I stalled, cognitively speaking.
Normally, that sum wouldn’t faze me. Lately, though, I have had the sense that my brain isn’t firing on all cylinders. It’s not just maths, but a general sluggishness.
This matters to me. Not only do I write about the brain for a living, but I also work hard to keep mine healthy. I eat well, exercise and even play the trumpet, all in the hope that these things are helping.
Unlike an expanding waistline or a rise in blood pressure, however, brain health is difficult to monitor, hidden as it is behind a thick skull. But times are changing.
