Oh dear! When I realised Polly, twenty-something heroine of Zoe May’s rom-com When Polly Met Olly, was falling for forty-plus Olly, I just wanted to scream: ‘Run, Polly. Run.’

Because, sorry, and I know love has no age limits, AND, there are lots of very happy real-life cross generational relationships, AND, yes, I’m being ageist, but, for me, there’s something slightly ‘off’ about dating someone old enough to be your father.

Or young enough to be your child. Continue reading →