Fit to drop.

It tends to be a source of amusement to many people (including my family) that sad old gits like me continue to pursue a daily routine of physical training. Well it's probably not the most dignified pastime, clanking around ludicrously heavy dumbbells and forcing the body into excruciating contortions but having just completed a hard day of  driving water-pump bores down at the allotments it's satisfying to know that I can still keep up with blokes many years younger. Bet I sleep well tonight.