My neighbor is 82. Every time I complain about being middle aged she tells me I am young. Its all relative. (She also tells me of the time she met the Beatles

My neighbor is 82. Every time I complain about being middle aged she tells me I am young. Its all relative. (She also tells me of the time she met the Beatles in Melbourne and that her childhood house had no flushing toilet. A 'nightman' would come to take the waste away. And she's on Instagram)