I imagine they see me as a youthful, cheery, hip young granny, nowhere near as old as I am.
In reality, I had to sign in and take a photo of myself when visiting somewhere recently. I needed my specs to read the instructions, and nearly collapsed when said photo appeared. A straggly messy bun with greyish tendrils hanging round my jowly face, and a crabby looking face peering through my glasses.
I begged the receptionist to destroy it the moment I left the building.
Ah dear - why does getting older equate to diminished brain power?



