Just like the film Freaky Friday (the Jodie Foster version) I have officially turned into my mother and my mother has turned into me!
Here I am about to go to bed on a Sunday night at 10pm, tutting away to myself, because the people opposite are having a banging, boozy house party!
There was a time when I would have been gutted that I didn't get an invite.
Now all I can think of is how selfish they are playing music so loud at this time, with people having to work in the morning and how it had better not wake the children up!
My mother, on the other hand, would have preferred to be over there joining in, I'm sure!
What on earth has happened?
I can only deduce that with parenthood comes a certain air of responsibility and the relief of giving up the "children still at home" stage of parenthood brings about some sort of sense of freedom.
Now enjoying their retirement, my mother has informed me that her and my father would like to buy a holiday home in Brighton, because they like the buzz of the place!
Ok, Brighton is a really lively and lovely place to be, but SAGA it ain't! Maybe a bit further up the coast in Eastbourne, but hey ho, who am I to judge?
After all, it was only five years ago I was trotting up and down the stunning, but very steep, Amalfi coast - now holidays have to be all about family friendly fun time!
It all reminds me of a phrase my beautiful but mischievous 94-year-old gran told me once about starting life as a child and ending it as a child.
Because with childhood comes a sense of freedom, fun and irresponsibility and at the end of your life, when you've done everything you're supposed to, why not have a little fun?