Oil of me arse

I was trying to explain to Mrs Raheny that she doesn't need no Oil of Olay*
I asked her to hold those worse for wear pears, for comparison sake. 
I'm not sure if she was totally convinced. 

Age. It's a state of mind.
Age. There is no stopping it. 
One might as well accept it. Embrace it even. 

(And spare the expense of them useless 'miraculous' creams) 


* And that I don't need no unnecessary double negations