I know I'm getting old, my passport reminds me, as does my doctor.
But I have always thought I was quite young at heart and of mind, until a recent trip to Auckland when I heard my mother's voice ringing inside my head.
You see I had these thoughts, judgmental perhaps, about what people were wearing. If you manage to look up from your phone at airports, it's really interesting.
You see people travelling with young children and thank your lucky stars those days are kind of over. Those poor families who still have to lug around children, buggies and car seats . . . you are amazing, and I feel for you, I've been there.
But most people in that situation are dressed for all eventualities. They wear comfy clothes with lots of pockets, soft-soled shoes, tote a nappy bag/handbag/everything but the kitchen sink bag. Perfect.