I have a chappie who comes to see me once a week called a be-friender.
When I was first introduced to him by the person in charge of this sort of thing, through our local council, he said to me that he hoped I did not mind but he was gay.
I said if he came to have a chat with me about times gone past I couldn't care less what he was.
He has been coming for a few weeks now and we get on well together and last week when he came I went into the kitchen to make a cup of tea and he asked me if I minded him
taking his coat off because my lounge was very warm from the sun he rolled up with laughter when I shouted back to him he could take off whatever he liked as long as it wasn't his bloody trousers.
He is 75 and lived with his partner for over 20 years and into the bargain he is a beautiful knitter.