Nine weeks on

I have been retired for nine weeks now, and the reality of it still hasn't sunk in.

In fact its like a huge holiday, and that work and normality will return shortly.

The first two weeks were preparing for the India trip: going to Bury to collect Sylv, then getting the last of our supplies.

Next up was the trip itself, 25 days away.

After was fixing the jetlag, unpacking, washing and getting back on with the four cats.

A night in that London for Danny Backer and football.

Going back up to Bury to help Jen drive back home, and be back in Kent so we could go to Norfolk for the wedding last weekend.

In short, there has been something, sometimes lots to do, with days between where we go out looking for orchids, or whatever.

I have no idea whether retirement is bad thing, it feels like a good thing to be honest. We don't have to do shopping on Saturdays, play cards on Friday, we can do it other days/times.

At the moment, it seems that retirement is better than work. I have no stress, sleep nine hours at night, and relaxed as heck during the day. But that's what being able to go for pub lunches at a drop of a hat is pretty good.