Hobblers

Just had a lovely pizza in Waterloo with all the family to celebrate McSis's twenty-first twenty-first birthday, which was a tonic for the soul. 
Had fun riffing with Big Bruv and Sarah about activity clubs for 'hobblers', the equivalent of 'toddlers' but at the other end of life, dreaming up names for their exercise classes and music classes and so on.
There was a toddler there, Samuel, whose mum, my cousin Anna, told him we were Grandma's children.
Samuel looked baffled, for of course we are not children at all: we are old children.
Indeed, we are almost hobblers.