I tried shorts, whilst living in Cape Town, when I was in my thirties. When I put them on, my two daughters, then 7and 9, burst out laughing. My legs are like two woodbine hanging out of a packet. I never wore them again, until I was in my sixties, as I'm quite particular, and vain about my appearance. I'm now in my eighties, and think, what the hell, who's looking at me, at my age.
Good Morning Tuesday 4th August 2026
"Old fashioned" expressions that young people have never heard.
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