STAR LETTER: Old? Who me?

Dear Editor,

My wife and I have been married for 62 years, we are both in our eighties.

In the process of spring decluttering, I visited the Freshwater council recycling tip. After throwing some items into one of the skips, I was making my last visit to the skip with a couple of old deck chairs. After negotiating the first steps, I tripped on the top step and fell onto to the platform, with a bang and clatter.

A young couple behind me, and other people, came to my assistance. When I sat up, the young man said: “Just sit there, old fella, until you feel OK?”

I replied: “Thanks!” got to my feet, and continued throwing the deckchairs in the skip. The only injury sustained was to my pride.

On returning home over a cup of coffee, I related the incident to my wife, with reference to being called “Old fella!”

She replied: “Well in their eyes, I suppose you do look old!” With a grunt, I replied: “In your eyes, do I look old?” Her immediate reply was a streak of uncontrolled laughter.

“Ain’t love grand!”

Reg Hunt, Bembridge