If you’re a diary lover like me, you’ll be enjoying Radio 4’s Adrian Mole: The Cappuccino Years. If you’d like to read my take on this time of the year from Diary of an Almost Baby Boomer, you can see what my fictional alter-ego, Stella Hart has to say. January January 5th There’s something quite melancholy about taking down the Christmas decorations, even for a Christmasphobe like me. With all the sparkly nonsense stored back up in the attic, the place looks sad and dusty and I feel a pang for the last few days of the tin of Quality Street and The March of the Penguins in the afternoon. That was the day that Richie came round and he fell asleep during the film. I made us cheese on toast for tea. I suppose that’s how it could have been all the time if we’d stayed together, and that would have been bearable, even pleasant. By this stage in his life he surely would have stopped bedding his students and smoking pot - which he seems to have done at last (he hasn’t completely lost his sense of dignity). I read a blog the other day that said that the 50-75-year age group was the second most likely to need treating for STDs. Apparently, co-living and ‘care facilities’ (it was an American blog) are hotbeds of geriatric nooky, with 50% of men over sixty and 46% of women claiming to be sexually active. I told the girls at Book Group. They said I’d made it up, but when I denied it, their reactions were interesting: Julia: Oh well, that’s America for you. Moira (she’s a rum one, Moira): I’m surprised it’s only 46% of women. Sarah: Figures would be lower for married couples. Lou: Define ‘sexually active’. So the halls are undecked once more and the only resolution made is not to make any resolutions.