When I was a little mocker, I used to think that old people smelled of old people and stale cabbage. Now that I’m an older mocker I know that old people smell of old people and stale cabbage but now I like the smell of stale cabbage and love the wisdom that only smelly, old cabbage people can share. My favourite type of old person is the old person who can put me in my place which is exactly what Jill Y’s Grandmother Mary done, when I asked her about her ‘golden years’:
I don’t even know Mary and I like her!
I know, what’s there not to like.