I've brought my three octogenarians home for Christmas. They live in Yorkshire and we had to drive through what might have been difficult weather conditions, but they sat there like lambs, cosy and dozy. We stopped for comfort breaks and lunch, and then wobbled back to the car. I checked they had their four walking sticks between them.
Now they're chatting away with another octogenarian, my revered first mother-in-law. All seem happy and I'm looking forward to Christmas with them, starting with the pantomime tomorrow.
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