Checking up the latest on friendsreunited.co.uk after their latest reminder email, I’m rather horrified to see that someone who was in the same year as me at grammar school has just become a grandmother.

Well, it is 22 years since we left, and it isn’t anyone I remember. But still…

Of course, I should not really be surprised. I spent the weekend at a convention one of whose organisers was , who also attended that same school. Comparing notes with him I realised that he was born a year and a half after I had left the school, three months into my Cambridge undergraduate career, and attended Rathmore precisely twenty years after me.

But still. A grandmother. Gulp.