A bit of colour

I bumped into Isobel and Priya in Worcester, which was nice. One thing that will forever distinguish their generation from mine - perfect teeth.
I offered them a lift home but they wanted to take the train. Saves them being seen with a wonky-toothed oldy I suppose.
BTW Just so you don't think all teenagers are always on their mobiles, I was on the phone when we met and handed it to Isobel so she could speak to her uncle Carl (50 tomorrow!).