It’s getting so easy to make me feel old these days. The latest way came on the way back from our trip to Adelaide.
We had stopped off at Maccas in Horsham and while I was waiting for the order the young girl looked at me and said “My dad has the same shirt as that. It’s a nice shirt, my mum bought it for him.”
Oh great, now I’m viewed of being at the age where it’s perfectly okay to compliment me on managing to wear a ‘nice’ shirt. Sigh.