This remindss me of a story about three frogs that our headmaster used to telll us in assembly about once a term.
Three frogs fell into a vat of cream and were in danger of drowning. Two of the frogs tried to climb out but couldn't. They gave up trying and drowned. The third frog decided to swim round and round until he could work out how to get out of the vat. As he swam, the cream in the middle of the vat gradually turned into butter onto which the frog jumped thus he was able to escape.
The moral of this stroy was supposed to be - kkeep your head in a crisis, don't give up and eventually things willl work out.
Dear old Mr Paul died llasst summer aged 92 so it obviously worked for him
Unfortunately, he drowned in a vat of cream. Well at his age he couldn't swim fast enough to churn it.
No, he sat down in his favourite chair with a good book, went to sleep and that was that.
60 is no way a decent age to die. I have known many people to live until 90 and still be living at home without being senile. My mother is 73 and says in her head she still feels 24. She is young at heart and very active.
The funny thing is, the older you get the less you feel that age is actually old. Isn't that right Goldencup/Oldspice?
At least we're happy to admit our ages! There are others on here who aren't far behind and seem to think they are about 25.
(And no Loulou, I'm not referring to you!).
You tell them Goldencup. Some people eh?
You know you old people don't get heard enough. You should form a club or group or something.
BK how old are you?
He's probably forgotten.
Do you think you are 25?
I thought you said you were 21?
Like that asian grocer,
Asif!
ehhhhhh................................
no.
why........
no.
Finally!
NO!