TLM's got the pukes real bad, but I'm going to post about me instead. Because I, at least, am not sick (yay!).
The most appalling thing happened on my walk home from work tonight. A young woman called me "m'am".
I understand "m'am" is fairly commonly used in the States, but here in New Zealand it's not. And when a young woman calls me "m'am", I can imagine how it must feel to a not-quite-pensioner when a boy scout insists on helping her across the street.
First, I wondered whether my outfit made me look matronly - I was wearing a knee-length sheepskin-style coat over a bright green tunic dress and black top, black tights and black ankle boots. Was the effect a little too much like I was trying to relive the 60's (I'm not that old)? Or maybe, because I had my hood up, my face was in shadow and it brought out the dark circles under my eyes?
Anyway, it's a bit of a shock when, for the last 30 years, people have assumed I was much younger than I really was.