Two good friends of mine (both, incidentally, low forties, jalapeno-scorching-foxy and with the derrieres of six-year-old long distance runners) overheard their sons (thirteen-ish) in conversation:
Son 1: ‘I’m so glad I haven’t got a hot mum.’
Son 2: ‘Yeah, me too. That’d be a nightmare.’
One woman’s reality check is another’s broken dream. Funny, though. Heh heh. Chins up, lovelies.