Is the day of the cheque numbered?
It seems so, mainly because we have apparently fallen in love with plastic.
A recent Halifax survey found that cheques could be consigned to history by 2025 as people switch to more convenient payment methods.
The use of cheques, it seems, has hit an all-time low.
Last year, 2.1 billion were issued, down seven per cent from 2003, and far off the 3.7 billion peak recorded in 1990.
Debit cards, often used over the phone or the internet, are now customers' preferred payment method. Now Shell has announced it will no longer accept payment by cheque at any of its petrol stations.
In some ways it would be a great pity to see the cheque go out of use - it goes back to the English Civil War.
But then you can't look at these things with rose-tinted spectacles.
I have some bad memories of the cheque.
Like the time my first car, an old banger of a Ford Anglia my parents bought me for my 21st birthday, blew up on the M1.
We got towed into the nearest garage somewhere near Watford Gap - I still hate Watford Gap to this day.
And suddenly I had to make one of the bigger financial decisions of my life at an age when I was pretty raw in such matters.
They could offer me £45 scrap value or fit a reconditioned engine.
Naturally, I had to break the news to my parents who unsurprisingly took a dim view of the affair, and were little help in what best to decide.
Foolishly I opted for a reconditioned engine and about a week later, after thumbing a lift down the motorway, was back at the garage.
I think the bill was something like £150, a lot of money then... and I started to write a cheque for that amount.
But it was in the days when a cheque card only guaranteed something like £25, and the garage man had no intention of taking a foolish youth's background on trust.
What did I think I was doing? I had no idea what he meant.
Did I think I could pull the wool over his eyes? Did he look a mug?
With a withering stare, he ordered me to write out a series of cheques, at £25 a time until the bill was met.
I felt about as small as you could get. All I wanted to do was crawl into a corner and disappear.
I had trashed the car, I was now finding out just how expensive motoring could be, I was just off this ghastly motorway in some Godforsaken dump at goodnessknows where, and I was being berated by this dreadful garage shark who was ripping me off something rotten.
I wrote out the required number of cheques and fled. Yet, despite all this change, cheques do still have their uses.
On Saturday I was watching my wife getting all the registrations and membership subscriptions sorted for the Moseley Colts rugby squad - it was all cheques and cash.
And somehow quite touching.
The cheque may have had its day but surely it still has a role in life.