OAP taster kit.

Now I’m no spring chicken but I’m not quite ready to book my place at the Sunny Days retirement home, either. Following Sunday’s epic battle, which, to someone whose exercise regime generally comprises lifting a coffee cup and moving a mouse and little else, the continuous getting up, crouching down, pushing wire, squeezing pipe antics took their toll and I’ve since been walking like an arthritic octogenarian who has recently discovered mountaineering. Throw in RSI of the thumbs and blurred vision due to the medicine for the eye problem and you have your very own OAP taster kit.