i (and certain of my friends) ... are getting to a particular sort of age ...
the age where the eggs are rolling down the tubes like dried peas ... everything is on the turn ... it is the autumn of our fertility ...
lawks ...
let's pray to god we don't get one of those dried peas accidentally fertilised ... tho of course hitting this age means that nobody actually wants to breed with us so we will probably be ok ...
so here is a thread lamenting the passing of the juicy days ...
i raise a toast to my wizened old oves ... *hic*