My Mum was 38 when I was born (I'm the youngest of five) and she lived to be 97, long enough to see my sons grown up and married. Sadly she died 4 weeks before my first grandchild was born. At least she saw very good pictures of the baby in the womb, (you could clearly see her face!) and knew what she her name would be
Ah dear - why does getting older equate to dimished brain power?



