Senility and dimness of vision are no longer just creeping up on me, they are progressing at a rapid rate of knots.
Every Thursday, without fail, a dear internet friend of mine announces on her Facebook page that later in the day she will be "praying with her pens" and asks if anybody would like her prayers.
This week, when her message came up on my feed as the photo below, my brain guessed, from the poor information my ageing eyes sent to it, that my friend had written, "Later this evening I will be praying with my penis…"
My brain is increasingly having to guess what my eyes are reading and nine times out of ten it is a puerile guess. I have to admit though, it can be amusing.