Well, it's finally happened.
My eldest child has reached her majority.
I feel quite old.
I was going to give her the wisdom of my experience, but as they say, advice, like youth, is wasted on the young.
So instead, I have waved her off at the door on her way out to her celebration.
Actually, I helped her down the snow-covered path into the taxi because it is quite difficult to walk in snow whilst wearing five-inch stillettoes.
I do, however, have a word of advice for anyone who happens to be out in Manchester tonight:
Happy Birthday, kiddo.