You know your getting old when a teenager walks passed you making that awful scuffing noise with there feet. Your first reaction is a frown and then you mutter the immortal words your own mother use to say and you vowed never to utter ”for heavens sake – pick your feet up when you walk”. There is also the moment you ask your teenage daughter her opinion on how you look in a certain outfit (often accompanied with the customary twirl) when she says it’s awful you leave the room feeling old and frumpy. BUT if she answers she likes it and you look good you leave the room not only shocked but also rushing to get changed.
N.B – that’s of course if your daughter is of the trendy variety. I am told there are a few out there who do know how to dress. I have not found an example of this rare breed yet.