The poor knee cap

I was rushing to get into a train this morning when I went sprawling. The cat call that stayed with me was a screeching "Aunteeeee, take care."

Here I was on the station floor and what bothered me more was not my poor doddering knee cap but someone calling me "Aunty." Getting old is no fun, feeling old is worse.

"Vera, Vera, What has become of you? Does anybody else here feel the way I do?"