I can’t answer this question. I never ever think about myself in that way. I’m only pleased bits are still working. Every day I wake up, sit on the edge of the bed, and desperately try to rotate my limbs and joints in a bid to get them going. I’m like a paramedic attempting CPR on a doomed patient. My body parts are a shoddy lot. How can I select a favourite out of such a miserable pack of layabouts? They aren’t happy unless they’re sitting on a sofa being fed unhealthy snacks. I do exercise them, really I do, but it doesn’t help. Maybe I should choose one of the quiet ones, that sit at the back and don’t complain much. Like my spleen or pancreas. I haven’t heard from my gallbladder in ages, ok I’ll choose him. He’s a shy lad who rarely talks, but in my body that’s a blessing. He could do with digesting a bit more fat than he has been doing of late, but I’m voting my gallbladder as top of the class. Well done, I’ll give you a certificate in tomorrow’s assembly. 👏👏👏👏