A birthday party

Like many men, I tend to forget birthdates - even my own. But Wednesday  lunchtime a trio of local ladies arrived bearing cards and a complete, pre-cooked three course lunch (main course duck a l'orange). Also a fine birthday cake and an even finer burgundy. Dee came downstairs to join the party, which put the real icing on the cake. So here I am, like the somewhat worse for wear lord of the manor, being waited on hand and foot. Wonderful. Keep it up, ladies!
So how old is old? Seventy nine, I think.

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