Show Notes
This week we are talking about the dreaded topic of Acting Your Age, or rather our apparent inability to actually do that. Jo shares a truly terrible tale about her recent wheely bin experiences, and Gill, whilst almost too stunned and appalled by the wheely bin scenario to speak, reveals her inappropriate reaction after her recent encounter with a new doctor. We also discuss whether our lack of grown up behaviour is really not on account of our immense immaturity, but is in fact due to a lack of elegant, grown up clothes, and if only we had silk shirts, wide legged trousers and pencil skirts in the wardrobe, instead of Jo's Bin Crocs and Gill's dubious dog walking coat, our lives might be very different...
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