Back in my day the old people were so well behaved, you could go round and have a cup of tea and the only danger was of them falling asleep mid-sentence. I've watched the last ten years through extremely narrow glasses and all I can see nowadays are unruly Hell's Grannies, strutting about like they own the place.
It's the way that they wave their sticks around when they are annoyed. Or say that they can't go anywhere without a stick and then only realise that they have left their stick in the last shop they were in - a mile down the road (my dad).
I have to close the curtains and turn off all of the lights when it`s Trick or Treat. They make my life a living hell! No sooner have they got over those little shenanigans and they start again for Guy Fawkes night. They insist in letting off bangers outside my back gate and it`s not just on the night, it goes on for weeks.
Thought that 60 was the new 40. Didn't realise it was the new 14. Mind you, many people of 60 seem quite young to me, until they try walking up a steep hill.