I tried shorts, whilst living in Cape Town, when I was in my thirties. When I put them on, my two daughters, then 7and 9, burst out laughing. My legs are like two woodbine hanging out of a packet. I never wore them again, until I was in my sixties, as I'm quite particular, and vain about my appearance. I'm now in my eighties, and think, what the hell, who's looking at me, at my age.
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