A bit of heartwarming post-Christmas non-bollocks:
I suppose that, at 73,I qualify as a clapped-out old fart. must look like one, because, about an hour ago, I was walking back fromm my local Aldi, which is about 300 yards from my house with two bags full of shopping, and had just entered the footpath that goes most of the way, when a young black woman with a lovely Caribbean accent approached me and offered to carry my bags for me. They weren't all that heavy, but, not wanting to appear rude or ungrateful, I accepted her kind offer. She carried them to the other end of the footpath for me.
