The old-person trolley

Emma and I are weird. Along with the traditional things on our wedding gift registry (cutlery, towels, sheets, etc), was an item best described as an old-person trolley. Perhaps there is an official name for them, but I don't know what it is. You've seen them pulled along behind their elderly proprietors in the supermarket. They stand upright on a little stand, about waist-height.

Tanya and Thai threw off the shackles of convention when they gave us the superb apple-green trolley that we took for it's premier trundle today, around Birkenhead Point. We packed it full of Christmas presents: Santa's little sack of goodies.

Stopping briefly to review the gift list, we were approached by a friendly septuagenarian:

"That's a nice one."

...she said, and I saw the gleem of envy in her aging eye.

"You can't have it; it's mine."

...I muttered as she turned away and doddled off.

We have a new set of peers, and we're already in the cool group.