My mother would say, simply and unmelodramatically, to anyone she knew well, that she wanted to die: ‘I’ve had enough’; ‘I’ve had a good life’; ‘It’s enough now.’ We watched the first Commons debate on the Assisted Dying Bill introduced by Kim Leadbeater last October. It was a strange experience. And even though the bill in its current form didn’t apply to my mother and she knew it, it allowed me to say uncomplicatedly that I knew what she wanted, that I thought she should have the right to die, and that I would probably want the same thing in the same circumstances.