So I make a toast to the two elderly chaps, who met again after 50 years. Here‘s to not leaving the next get together for so long! Cincin! My rucksack hanging over my chair made the chair topple back while we‘re all standing up. And I am taking a fall instead of sitting down again. Spilt my white wine over Self and my best friend - luckily, nothing‘s hurting yet. Toast might have somewhat lost its intended depth, mind. Dignity gone up in flames.