I was sitting on a bench in the pedestrian area just opposite Starbucks this morning, waiting for Graham to come back from Marks & Spencer. It was busy, but not too busy. Through the not-crowd came two black-clad policemen, all geared up with accoutrement and stern attention to duty. I caught the eye of one of them, he smiled, and said: “Hello!”
Be still my foolish [old] heart.
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It’s good karma to be kind to old farties.
/me ducks and runs
So John, is this your reserved way of telling us you have a soft spot for a man in uniform?
John, you flirt.
A man in uniform always used to make my heart race.
Heh! Can’t argue with any of the above…
Yes, can’t argue….there is something alluring about a man in uniform, albeit if he’s Mr. Plod
Old your heart may be but never foolish. Actually I would argue with old too.
Oh definitely I’d argue with old. Not John, and probably never will be, and for all our sakes, I do hope not, as well! The old bod may creak and quiver, but the mind’s what’s important, and John’s is just fine!
John,
Good to know you’re still a soft old sod!
funny how age doesn’t seem to quell that response
Old cops in good shape, lifeguards, dashing firemen with mustaches, rigs, units, and equipment. lol
I am older than you, John, and I know that response won’t die until I do. Goodonya!
I married a fireman.Of course when I was dating him he was in the army…….