…do your grandchildren think you are? I have never pretended to be younger than I am – older, when I was a teenager and wanted to see an X-rated movie or drink in a pub – but never younger. I have quite happily told them my age but they still persist in believing that I am thirty something. I have even explained that I was, of course, grown up when I became a mummy and if their mummy is 30, then I must be at least 50 but am, in fact, 63. No, the maximum they will allow me to be is 35. It's sweet really.
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