In the continuing absence of a functioning home internet connection (my hatred of Sky Broadband currently knows no bounds), I find myself at a computer in my local library.

I just want to leave you for the weekend with this thought.  Tomorrow afternoon, I shall not be settling into my armchair to watch the first FA Cup Final at the new Wembley Stadium (only the fourth ever to feature the top two teams in the country).

Oh, no.  Instead, I shall be standing in a suit and tie at a golf club in Surrey, eating nibbles to celebrate my wife’s godmother’s 70th birthday.

This, ladies and gentlemen, is what happens when you marry above your class.