It's a bit dire when a girl gets chatted up by someone over sixty with a dodgy heart and
arthritic knees ;-)
I cycled into town this morning, as Nathan is in want of a new shirt to wear with his suit at the
Club dinner this Saturday night. He wants a black shirt to go with his black suit. So I thought I'd
call into Tesco as there's quite a bit of men's stuff on sale there and I didn't particularly want
to pay a lot of dosh. So there's me, locking up the bike at the bike stand when up he comes -
elderly guy... "Nice bike. Is it French?" Me - "Thanks, no, it's not French, it's Italian." Then
said elderly guy proceeds to tell me his medical history - dicky heart and arthritic knees, and how
he still enjoys riding but can't walk much these days.
As I said, it's a bit dire when it's the over sixty "waiting for god" brigade that do the chatting
up. And... Vernon fell about laughing when I told him!
BAH! ;-)
Cheers, helen s
p.s. managed to get Nathan a shirt - but not at Tesco.
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