They ask me things like 'where are you?', and 'what are you doing?', and 'are you in the bookies again?' and 'are you riding that motorbike again?' - I'm 66 years old for crying out loud!
A spring chicken in other words, compared to this senile old bat.
I know how you feel, I am being constantly lectured by my darling daughters, especially since I sustained the bad fracture to the top of my arm. They are still saving up to send me on a one way trip to my plot of land on Mars.