On Friday night one of my friends texted me: 'Watching the Late Late. How sad.' I replied 'I'm listening to Classic FM. We are middle-aged now'. We went to a hen party in Kilkenny the next day and although it was a lot of fun, we both expressed the sincere wish that it was the last one, for a while at least. Philip was at the stag in Mayo and spent Friday on the beach playing football. He's now finding movement quite difficult and his knees crackle when he stands up. And I have a limp. When did we suddenly become old? Ten years ago we had a disgracefully drunken weekend in Edinburgh and when we got back to Dublin we headed straight for the pub. Yesterday, after one late drunken night, I headed for the sofa with a nice cup of tea.