Cape of Good OAP

"Muscleman, ain't it?" he whispered, after Nurse Gloria wheeled me to the sunroom.

"Huh!?" concerned my secret identity discovered.

"Hush, it's Stretchy, from The Supers."

I peered, creasing my eyeballs. He looked familiar, even without a mask, face as lined as mine. Must be a new resident of the Oakleigh Retirement Home, my abode for 20 years.

"Sorry, didn't recognise yah, Stretch. Got a ceiling light out in my room."

"Ha! If only, too brittle to stretch, anything. What about all these lovely young nurses?"

I looked blank.

"Your X-ray vision?"

"Cataracts, diamond tipped drills won't touch 'em."

"Bummer!"