I have an old pair of trainers for the garden.
I have a stick to stir my paint with.
I don't want to go out on Saturday nights, (not where I live anyway).
I'll walk into a room and forget what I went in there for.
I've got a few more aches and pains that I used to have.
I sometimes notice older men looking at me with some hope in their eyes.
A club doorman (in conversation with you one day) suggests you may want to come to their club night called "Have a nice cup of tea"
AAAARRRGH!