Feeling my Age

I haven’t written for a while as I was preparing to go into hospital for an operation and having it. Now I am try to get over it.

My age was brought home to me while in hospital. Only three of us in the ward chatting away. Two of us started talking about something that happened in 1946. The third lady said
‘Hold on, 1946 was only just after the war, how old could you have been to remember anything then?’
The other lady and I looked at each other. ‘Well,’ I said, ‘Myself I was ten when the war finished almost to the day.’
‘And I was eight,’ The other lady said, ‘ Why, how old are you?’
‘Fifty three.’
‘Ah, a mere babe then.’
'Yes, Almost the same age as my son.' I rejoined
Reminds me of an old cartoon strip in The Mirror (I think) Andy something and his wife Florence. He is trotting past a pretty young lady and quips
‘Where have you been all me life?’
‘For the first half of it I wasn’t even born!’ she replies.