Do not try to control your inner-hippy Stansgran 
As I'm termpoarliy disabled with two broken arms, I'm doing a lot of people watching when DH drags me out of the house and plonks me down in open-air cafes. I was a Hatton Country World yesterday, a favourite haunt of 'our generation' and I've never had such an urge to call the Fashion Police.
Tight T-shirts enclosing roll upon roll of fat like a large Cumberland sausages. Too short skirts showing off white, dimply legs and varicose veins or cropped trousers enclosing large posteriors. Red faces, sweating in the heat, With the emphasis on beige. Boring.
Then a 70 year old hippy-type grandmother came into view. She too had a more 'mature' figure, but her long skirt and floaty top not only disguised her wobbly bits but made her look cool and colourful and exotic.
So go for it stansgran
The government changed women's pension age and called it progress. Did anyone actually ask you?





