One thing that made me feel old when I was in hospital, at New Year 2008, was when a young doctor came to see me. He was obviously quite new to the wards but, far worse, he was obviously no more than a year older than my grandson.
I don't want little lads explaining my Xrays to me, I want dapper docs in grey suits and bow ties (yes, I know they're not allowed ties any more) with warm hands and impeccable manners and who call me Mrs C..... and not Cath. Oh hell, that's showing my age.
