The folly of youth

Today I discovered I'm old and have turned into my mother. Neither is necessarily a bad thing.

I met my cousin for coffee. She arrived in jandals (thongs to some of you), a light looking dress and what I thought was a flimsy cardy/top.

I on the other hand had trousers, at least 2 layers of merino, thick merino socks inside doc martens, a hooded wind proof jacket and a down vest.

My quick observation of my serene and comfortable cousin confirmed I was old.

When I said "aren't you cold?" I knew I'd turned into Mum.

And no, Lizzie wasn't cold. Neither was I there was just several sheep, a couple geese and a bit of space age fabric between us.

The folly of youth ;-)