All our ives we are sold the dream that if we work hard, save, be good citizens, then we could look forward to a long and relaxing retirement. That we are going to be able to do this feel as though we have won at life. Or beaten capitalisim.
Most of our friends don't have the savings, or have spent them helping their family. While we have gone on our serene way, into the sunset.
We are currently waiting for news from our advisor, but nothing much is going to change now.
Both Jools and I have written handover notes for those who will follow us, and soon time will have slipped though our fingers.
Another weekend, cancelled by poor weather. Did I say poor? Bad weather.
Down here in the south there was strong winds and heavy rain, but north of London, snow was more frequent, and many roads in the hills and mountains collapsed.
An embankment carrying a canal collapsed in the wet of England, marooning boats on mudbanks or silt, and flooding the countryside for miles around.
It got worse as you went north, but some of us stayed inside. I did, as my cold which appeared to have gotten better on Saturday, returned in the middle of the night, wrecking any chances of a good night's sleep.
So when Jools went to see Jen, I stayed here in case I had caught something new and infectious, so I wouldn't pass it on.There was little to do, as outside rain hammered down and wind lashed the house. Again. It is that time of year, I guess.
There was football during the afternoon, of course. Fulham pulled a late goal back to draw with Ipswich, wile the expected avalanche of goals by Liverpool against Man Utd failed to happen, and Utd were the better team.
That ended 2-2 as well.
Cheese and crackers for supper, and listen to the radio before another early night.
Rock and roll.
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