The Sage’s beloved since 1954, though she was more than a quarter of a century old by then. We didn’t get her on the road for her 80th anniversary last August, because we’re disorganised. But that’s only a date. She’s still not quite 81.

Rog is right, there’s certainly something of Mr about the Sage.

Though for myself, I see him as more like my friend here
More kissable 😉