Senior arse

Senior, it’s such an unattractive adjective once you get past sixty. No longer referring to someone higher in rank, or older, it just means elderly.

I am, according to the johnson, vulnerable, whilst still being robust enough to carry on working for another six years.

Am I moaning again?

Sorry, not sorry.

Cornflake is on a weight loss roll. Having decided that his lockdown weight gain was making an old man of him, an old, fat man, he has thrown himself into a new regime.

He’s lost a stone in a month. He is delighted that his collars are fastening more easily, his shoes likewise. His dieting success is in part due to his new push bike. The downside to his cycling exercise is soreness in his saddle region.

I’m a helpful sort of wife, I went online to see what products are available to help in this regard, products that don’t involve padded pants. Those cycling shorts remind me of a full nappy and I’m not ready for that yet. I found a product, an extra wide, foam, padded bicycle saddle. It’s described as ideal for Men, Women, Seniors. This appears to suggest that Senior could be a new gender classification? Leaving that aside, it also appears to say that older behinds are notably susceptible to saddle soreness.

Senior citizen, senior bus pass, senior rail card, senior arse.