An Unwanted Anniversary

I realise with shock and not a little bit of dismay that it is now a year since I last worked. Not that I have stopped thinking about working, or stopped helping Susan by making 'useful' suggestions, but a year since I last made an unfeasibly early start to a day by driving to a hotel to pick up visitors. I really miss it.

I thought I would retire at 70 on my own terms - and it may yet happen. But before that, I just have to start working again.