Concerned about fitness in my middle 40s, I enrolled in an aerobics class. To my dismay I walked into a room filled with much much younger women and decided to combat my sensitivity with humour.
When we all introduced ourselves to the group I offered, "I'm here to get started on my postnatal exercises."
The instructor gave me an appraising look. Unexpectedly she inquired, "How old is your baby?"
"Twenty-six," I had to reply.