“Blimey!” I announced to She Who Knows, sounding like a real oldie – as, of course, I am. “Look at these cord trousers - £65 a pair!”
“Well, they’re good quality – obviously,” commented She Who, sounding more reasonable.
It wasn’t long ago I’d bought a similar pair for 20 quid, I informed her. In fact, they were upstairs hanging in my wardrobe – and I could still get into them as well. (Unlike my faded blue jeans or evening-dress suit.)
“More like 20 years,” she told me, “you should get rid of those old clothes.”
Best let the matter drop, I decided.
More ageing reminders had come at our Thursday afternoon dance in Fleetwood’s North Euston Hotel, entertained by keyboard wizard Ian Midgley.
Ian also provides a good quality and variety of biscuits to enhance our half-time coffees and teas – all these days bought wrapped, since Covid.
“Hmm, these Penguins are good!” commented Alan, our oldest dancer and a nonagenarian.
“Smaller though,” pointed out wily Harry, who’s an eye for a sharp deal even now.
“They’re all smaller nowadays,” agreed our honorary biscuit monitor, Eunice (nothing to do with that weekend storm). “Look at Wagon Wheels – they’re tiny.”
“And Mars bars!” declared Harry’s wife Barbara.
It was true, everything seems smaller now – or is it just age and memory?
Some things have got bigger – but let’s not go there, it could get personal . . .
“What’s your waist and inside-leg sizes?” asked She Who, stirring me from my reminiscing.
Oh dear, I’d put my foot in it again!
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