Holding Back the Years

Taxi to restaurant last night – usual small talk – i.e. firework night.
Me, “Glad mine are older but I enjoyed it when they were younger.
Taxi driver, “I’m mid-forties, had kids late, they’re only six and eight.”
“Mine are all over the hill, 50, 49 and 44,” was my reply.
Taxi screeched to a halt, taxi driver swivels his head round, “You can’t have kids that old – you’re joking!”
“Oh yes I do.”.
“Well whatever it is you're doing, keep on doing it.”
Note to self: keep slapping on the Olay.
Note to taxi driver: tip remains the same
2nd note to taxi driver: maybe you need a trip to Specsavers.

BTW: good night, good food, good company.