43 years ago Britain went decimal, that's plenty of time to get the hang of the new fangled dosh. I suspect many still have fond memories of the old coinage from a gentler age before computers, credit cards, mobile phones, NuLabour and the European Union.
It's puzzling to me that the impressive mechanism that introduced the new currency in 1971 wasn't similarly deployed to bring about full metrification as we remain neither one thing nor the other. Whatever the official policy through the decades, it smacks of political inertia and the feeling of a job half done.
One can understand the reluctance of any government seen to be introducing an unpopular
Euro-standardisation as we cling onto so much of our imperial past.
The biggest disappointment for me with the painful metrication process was when the Ordnance Survey hastily replaced feet with metres, when the mighty 3,000 foot mountains of Britain suddenly became a meaningless 914 metres high.
I'm just about old enough to remember the bob, tanner and thruppence and I must confess to not having a clue how many KG's I weigh, how any metres high I am, how many kilometres to London it is, or how many litres of beer is going to give me a headache in the morning.
When the annoyingly metric BBC weatherman predicts an 8cm fall of snow, it can't be just me who attempts an instant conversion into inches using thumb and forefinger.
I think it's 3 and a bit inches.