Occasionally, when I pick up the tab for younger colleagues or friends, they remonstrate with me. "No, no," they say. "Let's divide the bill equally."
"Leave it," I say. "It's a form of compulsory saving. When I'm old and living in a council flat and sharing cat food with my moggy for dinner, pay me back then."
I'm only half joking. The thought of being old and poor terrifies me - but only now that I'm getting older.
When I started work at 17, I didn't give retirement a thought. I'd only just started my working life. I was more concerned about getting through my probationary period as a reporter and surviving on the pittance I was paid, than about planning for life in my 60s and 70s.
When I decided it was time to woman up to my responsibilities, I was lucky to land a great job. The Irishman and I gave up the drink and devoted ourselves to paying off the mortgage as quickly as possible.