Originally Posted by
Des Taff Jenkins
A group of senior citizens where sitting around talking about their ailments.
My arms have got so weak said one i can hardly pick my coffee cup up,
I can't even write my shopping list my arms are so weak said another
I can't turn my head because of the arthritis in my kneck said an elderly Gent
I forget where I am and where I'm going said another
I guess that's the price we get for growing old, winced an old bloke as he got up from his chair.
"Well count your blessings." said one bloke cheerfully, "Thank God we can all still drive.
Des