I had a Saturday job in a corner shop - I was 17y. Think back - a till like Arkwright’s in ‘Open All Hours’ - where you tilled in the money by pressing down the heavy levers and had to work out the change all by your own big self. Gosh, I was scared stuff!
Men asking questions from another room!
Ah dear - why does getting older equate to dimished brain power?
Relentlessly negative pessimism from OH


