*laughs as he catches up with you and wraps his arm around your waist* As long as you're not too decrepit to give me some support, old man, I'm sure I'll make it.
*walks with you down through the House and out the front, to where his car is parked in its usual spot* Remember, cars can move fast than five miles an hour these days and we don't need a chap walking with a flag in front of us. *lowers himself into the passenger seat* And you don't need your driving goggles now that we have these things call "windscreens". *raps his knuckles on the windscreen to show you*