Last night, when I went to bed I took enough pills to rattle and enough spray to inflate a medium sized party balloon, I coughed and spluttered my way through the night, but at a much reduced level compared to many of my recent nights. Julia had applied hot water bottles to the bed, my breathing was improving (though far from acceptable), I have a doctor’s note for up to two weeks and, after discussing it with Julia over Christmas, I had definitely decided that I was going to retire in May rather than keep going until November. Although that decision comes at the cost of 6 months of wages, it also allows me to take some control of the direction of my life, work towards the house move and take things a little easier.
My current working situation is that I am squeezed into a small gap in a shop with a damp problem, where I use a faulty second-hand computer and an old camera which I provide myself. I work with two people who, though pleasant enough, have a number of increasingly irritating idiosyncrasies and I am, quite honestly running out of patience. I could go on, but I won’t.
I have been worrying about the decision to go in May as, despite our recent pay cut, I had agreed to stay until November. However, things change and decisions have to alter. After the pay cut, it felt like I had a slight vestige of control and, by going in May, was still in control of my destiny (even if illness was the main driver).
All that changed just after 9.00 this morning when I had a phone call from the shop owner, during which it was suggested that I might like to leave in May, due to my increasing ill health. If I do this it seems it will also allow him to change his plans for the shop. I have no doubt that concern for my health has some part in the suggestion, but, being completely honest, know that the majority of the suggestion is based on financial motives.
It’s not a big thing, but did leave me feeling a bit flat. Having lost any vestige of control over my life, I sat down, drank tea and spent twelve hours reflecting on how my life has been a complete waste and I even lost effective control over the timing of my retirement.
I have been a great disappointment to myself over the years, and even in choosing the time of retirement, I have proved to be a failure.
However, I’ve learnt a few things in the last 66 years and will be using them to full effect as I try to fill retirement with as much as possible.
The pictures are selected from an old photo card I found filled away in a box on my desk (as I call the dining table where we haven’t dined for twenty years or more). Some I’ve used before, but I think some are new. The header picture is from one of the days the peacock from the village came to see the farm guineafowl.