I remember feeling sad leaving the Eighties, the only decade I’d then known. It was now the Nineties and writing the correct date suddenly looked impossibly futuristic and wrong. Weird. I then realised that the year 2000 was only ten years away. I was going to be twenty then. This sounded ancient; surely people who are twenty are all married, own their own house and drive everywhere. When I finally got to twenty I thought exactly the same thing of being thirty. The realisation of the naivety of my former expectations is a constant source of both disappointment and relief.
