In all the cine film of my Dad when I was a nipper, he's wearing a blazer.

I'm now the age he was in those films, and I have two blazers in the wardrobe. Oh, heck.....

Quote from: port perran on Today at 12:45:26 PMHowever, yesterday I discovered that I no longer bounce!
We were walking to catch a train when I tripped over the tiniest little imperfection on the path landing heavily on my knee.
Today, I can hardly move. Grrrrr
Maybe this inability to bounce is indeed a sign of ageing   

I find scoffing 'Trill' helps. Well, it worked on my budgie (which was not smuggled in any shape or form )

"to do is to be" - Nietsche

"to be is to do" - Kant

"doo bee doo bee doo" - Sinatra

If the tomato is a fruit, then ketchup is the jam.

Quote from: port perran on Today at 12:45:26 PMI tripped over the tiniest little imperfection on the path landing heavily on my knee.

That'll teach you to move houses! 
(Hope you have settled in okay Martin).

I'll be 70 in 6 months and don't feel anywhere near that age even after having my left hip replaced 9 months ago.

However, yesterday I discovered that I no longer bounce!
We were walking to catch a train when I tripped over the tiniest little imperfection on the path landing heavily on my knee.
Today, I can hardly move. Grrrrr
Maybe this inability to bounce is indeed a sign of ageing   

I wouldn't recognise Chuck Berry either. That may very well make me quite a bit older than you Mick!

Webbo

Eli's hostess joined her, her eyes alight with purpose. "The 'Codex Astralis'", she began, "contains more than mere words. They are pathways to the celestial. Within their inked constellations lie the keys to love, longing, and the very fabric of existence."

Amidst breathtaking splendour, Sylvia's mother reverently produced the 'Codex Astralis' for Eli's wonderstruck inspection. Élise's words echoed in her mind: 'Penny, within these pages lies cosmic magic. Our ancestors wove their desires into stardust. Guard it well.' Tracing her fingers over the journal's cover—a constellation etched in gold—Lady Penelope felt the weight of time. An artefact of timeless wisdom, the leather-bound tome now lay open upon her mahogany table.

As Lady Penelope opened the book, the room seemed to hold its breath once more. Eli leaned closer, her heart racing. The language of stars unfolded before her—the poetry of galaxies, the prose of nebulae. Each stroke of the quill resonated with cosmic significance.

The yellowed pages bore inked secrets. Each stroke held cosmic resonance, and as Lady Penelope read, the constellations whispered their stories. With the universe cradled in her hands, the 'Codex Astralis' was revealed as a celestial guide to kindling love and longing.

And so, Eli began her journey—a dance with the heavens, guided by Lady Penelope's enigmatic wisdom. The study walls seemed to lean in, listening, as the young woman traced her fingers over the celestial maps. Orion, Cassiopeia, Draco—they whispered their stories, and Eli vowed to heed their call.

That may be difficult as they probably haven't dropped yet.

This would sort them out Mick