Well, that’s the first week of married life successfully negotiated. And the key to this particular triumph? Probably the fact that I’ve actually been away working for this initial spell of wedded bliss.

“Absence makes the heart grow fonder,” muttered my better half with an eye-rolling sigh as I stumbled over the threshold with a pile of washing from six days at the BMW PGA Championship.

Rather like a tentative amateur golfer making the perilous leap into the professional ranks, I was hoping there would be some form of sportscotland funding made available to aid the bachelor-to-husband transition?

It’s been a period of change alright but amid the general remodelling of everyday life, one thing has remained the same. Bernhard Langer’s ability to win golf tournaments.

We needed a bit of soothing familiarity because the last few days down at Wentworth were slightly chaotic for a variety of reasons.

The European Tour’s new all singing, all dancing website, for instance, was launched with great fanfare but made the Titanic’s maiden voyage look like a rip-roaring conquest as it clanked and spluttered through the first couple of days and had players, coaches, managers, spectators and media folk grumbling and cursing as they struggled to unearth the most basic and essential nuggets of information.

In this gee whiz era where consumers demand rapid-fire, instantly accessible information, the early teething problems were almost akin to reverting back to smoke signals and clandestine messages delivered by men on horseback.

The reputational damage to an organisation which prides itself on its online output was considerable.

The technological palaver that brought British Airways to its knees, meanwhile, and led to a couple of my colleagues being herded around Heathrow like condemned cattle at the gates of an abattoir as they tried in vain to get a flight up the road, only added to the gasping sense of futility.

At least Langer smoothly meandered on as usual. His victory in the Senior PGA Championhip on Sunday completed back-to-back major triumphs for this formidable German following his win in the Regions Tradition the previous week.

Since hitting his half century nine years ago, the evergreen Langer shows no signs of easing up. Sound in both body and mind, the 59-year-old continues to display the sturdy longevity of an industrial rivet and the efficiency of the German rail network.

For all those golfers out there of a more redoubtable vintage – yes, perhaps even you sitting there reading this and questioning whether thrashing and swiping away at a little dimpled ba’ is really worth the remorseless anguish – Langer remains truly inspirational.

“I’ve been known to be consistent but never this consistent and that still gives me hope that there are a few more years left,” said the former Masters champion. “It gives hope to all the guys who are in their 50s and even their 60s."

Fitness, spirituality, healthy eating and a drouth for competition that remains unquenchable are all part and parcel of the Langer approach.

Your correspondent tried adopting these attributes in an attempt to aid the production process of the Tuesday column but fitness, spirituality and healthy eating were swiftly cast aside after the first couple of paragraphs while the only thing that could satisfy the drouth was a robust tumbler of Sauvignon Blanc once it was all winkled out.

While the great Jack Nicklaus’ haul of 18 majors on the regular circuit may never be topped, the Golden Bear’s record plunder of eight among the over-50s has now been surpassed by Langer’s nine victories. “I have always said that records are made to be broken,” said Nicklaus upon hearing of Langer’s latest success.

What Tiger Woods would give to have a Langer-like body? Only the other day, the ailing Tiger released his now customary status update and informed all and sundry that he “hadn’t felt this good in years”. Perhaps it's all the drink he's been taking?

This declaration was taken with vast fistfuls of salt from sceptical observers who have grown weary of these regular false dawns.

Rory McIlroy’s injury, meanwhile, continues to cause concern and having now withdrawn from The Memorial, the physical toll this push-it-to-the-limit-and-beyond athleticism takes on the body has, once again, been put into the spotlight.

In this crash, bang, wallop age, some of the current crop may be lucky to be competing in their late 30s let alone their late 50s.

As for fit-as-a-fiddle Langer? Well, there’s clearly still plenty of golfing life left in this astonishing auld yin.