And then today, one of my colleagues was very upset that a television presenter had died. I tried to sympathise. 'I felt the same about Elvis,' I said.
'But you weren't born when Elvis died!'
'I was.'
'But it was ages ago - in the 70s...'
'Yes, I got married in the late 70s...' (of course I was a forced child bride).
'Really!' (Shocked mathematical calculation using more than just the fingers on two hands resulting in bewilderment.
'Yes, really. When were you born?'
'1985'.
I have dresses older than this.
