First it was a rumour, a myth. Baron Curfew, in folklore was found by a wolf and raised by sparrows in a forest somewhere south of Greater Sleaford (the 'Greater' was dropped when it became clear that Sleaford is a tad dull). None of it was true, the story had been elaborated year after year by the townsfolk who were mystified by the arrival of a Baron to their humble town.
It soon transpired that not only was the story about the good Baron wildly inaccurate, but that he also had a mother! Unbelievable, yet true. And, AND that the said mother wasn't a myth and was in fact born in 1935, thus she became 80 years old yesterday.
And lo, the Baron realised he was old when he realised the age of his good mother