My days of being a knight in shiny armour have been curtailed and nowadays I’m more your knight in rusty armour.
Once I could scale tall towers and rescue damsels in distress but nowadays the arthritis stops me short where tall towers are concerned. Ground level rescues are my limit I’m afraid.
As for acts of valour against dragons or any assorted villainy well let’s say the squeaking armour gives me away far more than it used to.
As it is, there is a certain prestige in being rescued by a dashing knight in shiny armour, it’s the sort of thing that makes the social pages but a rescue from a knight in rusty armour is one you wish hadn’t happened and there is an argument for staying in distress.
Added to all that is the ignominy of being old and wrinkly, your strength begins to fade and carrying anything anywhere is not a pleasant sight.
So I have decided to retire, hang up my trusty sword, put my faithful old steed, Valiant, out to pasture and move into the home for Rusty Knights where WD40 is always on hand.
Written for: https://lindaghill.com/2018/01/28/jusjojan-daily-prompt-january-28th-2018/
Morpethroad 
Loved it Michael.
Thanks Di, more real than you think, in a metaphorical sense that is.
I hear you.
Michael, you killed that one, however the dragon did get away.
yeah I know Jim, but thankfully it didn’t eat me.
It probably decided that you were too rusty.
yes along with being far to sinewy to enjoy.
Is there any room left at the Home for Rusty Knights? I could use a few squirts if that WD40 myself.
Get on the end of the line.
Cute take Michael! I can imagine the home full of rusting, creaky knights, being regularly sprayed with WD 40, instead of receiving medication!
Be different wouldn’t it
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