You know you’re getting old when you announce to your colleague that you first snogged your husband 21 years ago and your colleague says: ‘I was three years old then’.
When did the world grow up so much? I don’t feel much older than I did back then.
Obviously I haven’t matured as much as I should have mentally either, as what middle-aged woman wanders around thinking people should have information about her snogging from two decades past?
Another side-effect of my age is my confusion over when self-service supermarkets came into being (mentioned in last week’s column).
My friend Google and I stand corrected. Self-service came way before I’d realised – and it started in Portsmouth.