Our post on Saturday contained three invitations. Above, to the annual OLDIES meal up at the village (Jambon braisé)
Another to an OLDIES cybercafé (with free biscuits), where one could be taught (by condescending young geeks) how to turn on your laptop, how to buy incontinence pads on the net, and how to turn off again.
And lastly (and probably the worst) to an OLDIES Sunday afternoon Tea-Dance (with more free biscuits).
Oh my god..... they've really got my number. It won't be long before I start getting post from Coffin-u-like or Retirement homes-r-us.
I've told them a thousand times 'You're only as OLDIE as you feel, and I don't feel like a bloody OLDIE'.