In times gone by, mothers would hope to have their daughters “married off” by the age of 25, or, at most, 30. They had a disconcerting way of talking about “getting your daughters off your hands”.
Thank heavens women are freer today to carve out their own careers and make their own decisions about when, where and if they choose to marry.
But if there are now no pushy mammas harrying young women into “making a good match”, with a view to future parenthood, there is still the ominous presence of the biological clock ticking ever louder as a young woman crosses that Rubicon of 30.
