50

This Sunday is Step-Daughter's 50th birthday. 50 - bloody hell!

Nearest and dearest are going to a very expensive, out-of-town restaurant for lunch. When this was being planned, I suggested we go for dinner, then spend the night in the hotel rooms of the country house which are above the restaurant. I was brought back to reality by being told that this would cost £700 - per head. I don't think that includes the evening meal.

I first met S.D. when she was 4 years old, in the very same compact but adorable city apartment from which I am broadcasting this. She was brought up here.

Over the years she has gone from describing me as her 'older brother' (she is an only child) to my current status as an honorary step-father. She is Green-Eyes and The Boy's mother and H.I.'s daughter. Three generations of fashion-victims, but not so much with G.E. or T.B. It is slowly being watered-down by evolution and the pressures of modern life.

She is one of life's true eccentrics and is loved by all who know her. She is just so entertaining, and disconcertingly direct - to everyone. I don't think this trait has ever caused any offence. I wish I could say the same for myself.