Last week I went out to celebrate the end of J's exams and met a lot of her other friends. J is considerably younger than me, which is charming because she seems to think this means I know all sorts of stuff and can give her advice. I don't know much, but I can talk like I do so it's gratifying for both of us.
At J's post exam pub dinner, her youthful neighbour, upon finding out my age, immediately cried 'Don't worry! You don't look 28! And besides, you have a really nice coat so it doesn't matter!'
I might as well have confessed to being 78.
Then I quietly luxuriated in no longer being 21.
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