50+ and proud of it.

I would like to thank the pilot of the Mk something-or-other Spitfire that flew over my village on Saturday. My wife would not. We were enjoying a cup of tea on the patio when I heard something interesting flying over. I looked up to see her (ie the Spit, not my wife) banking around the village and disappear behind the roof tops. I leaped up and rushed to the end of the path, bumping into the patio table as I did so. I managed to get to a decent vantage point just to see her do a victory roll over the next village and then drone off over the Thames Estuary and towards Essex. Yeah! Thanks! I went back into the garden. "That was a later mark", I explained, "that didn't have the Merlin engine, else I'd have heard it earlier. That one had the later Griffon engine - they're quieter, so that makes it later than a Mark XII or later." "Sod that, now can you get me another cup of coffee please?"