Random reminder

Press, 19 October 1976, Page 30

Random reminder

SQUELCH

He did not feel in the least like a 50 year old. True, he was getting a bit thin on top and just a little thick around the middle but he had all his own teeth — with no cavities or fillings, either — and he felt quite indecently fit atid relatively youthful. He did have one minor spot of bother which required a trifling surgery and a few days off work.

One afternoon he was enjoying his convalescence on the patio, reclining on a chaiselongue with an improving book and a tall glass of cold stimulant when a young lady came up the garden path. She was, it transpired, soliciting business for a photographer specialising in home photographs of the children of the household.

“Sorry,” said our hero, turning on all his manly and youthful charm, “the kids are grown up and anyway. I’m pretty good with a camera myself.” She turned to leave, then hesitated for a few moments. "I don’t want to waste my time unnecessarily” she said. “Are they all elderly retired people in this street?”