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The Beauties of Retirement (Part 2) Fears & Spontaneity

The world is full of fear. The Daily Telegraph, normally a sensible sort of paper, just ran a headline “China invades Taiwan: Japan steps in”. The sub-heading, when you click through is “If China invades Taiwan, what could Japan do?”

It is, I admit, beautifully done, From a classic click-bait hook through to a sensible opening. I’m sure, if tackled, they would actually say there was no intention to provoke panic and that they would not descend to such tabloid tactics. But I think I will make up my own mind on that.

Apart from that we have the meltdown of world trade to worry about, fishing in nature reserves, denial of climate change, fracking, the changing of history, new laws to disadvantage women, ethnic minorities and poor people, and no compassion shown to small children, though we knew they were going into the cages again as soon as the election was done because, whatever his faults, President Trump is a keen and consistent disciple of the anti-Christ. I can’t help but wonder what Pope Francis saw deep in Vance’s eyes just before he breathed his last.

So, that’s fear number one – living in a world in a world which is ruled by Bond villains.

Two, death. To be honest, as you can probably guess from my poor physical condition, I have ignored the possibility for much of my life and am not going to worry too much now.

Three, losing my driving license. There are loads of stories about this – new medical conditions, new rules, tougher tests, – the papers delight in scaring us about losing our licenses. We can’t all take up cycling, we don’t all have wives who drive. And we don’t all live in areas of good public transport or conveniently sited services. Fortunately I can get groceries delivered and am within a swift electric scooter journey of a shop, a pharmacy and a GP Surgery, so I’m not too bad. I will just have to restrict myself to seeing things within battery range  (and not up steep hills or along fast roads). On our trip this morning we only touched a road once, and that was only to cross it.

Four, I will be taxed out of existence by the Government, a cry which has become louder  as Labour won the election and started making changes. The tabloids love a Labour scare story. However, we had an unplanned bag of chips for lunch while we were out in the sun watching the young squirrels play in trees, so I need a nap. I don’t need to think about politics.

Jute, Jam and Journalism

Today, I’ll start with DD4.

DD is Dundee, and Dundee is famous for the three things in the title. We went there on holiday just over ten years ago and I feel quite nostalgic about it. The kids were still young enough to like their parents and used to enjoy seeing new things. The wilderness years of teenagery and rebellion were still in the future.

We missed the Keiller factory, though we did see fields of fruit canes, which took care of the “jam” element. D C Thomson, publishers of many famous comics and annuals, are also based there. I say “famous” rather than “comprehensible” because it includes Scottish classics such as Oor Wullie and The Broons, which are distinctively Scottish in language. It’s a bit like reading Burns, but with the bonus of pictures.

We did, however, see the “jute“. In fact we saw a lot more jute than we wanted to, as we were forced to endure a lengthy film and display by a stern woman who seemed unwilling to let us go without forcing us full of information on jute. I suspect she’d once been a Gauleiter in the Jute Information Board or some such body.

Though we were interested in the jute, we were actually there for the Tay Bridge and the Discovery.

I’m not sure exactly which postcode it all fell under but Dundee is DD1 to DD4 so it will do. With hindsight we should have spent more than just one day in Dundee as there’s a lot to see.

It was a great holiday in some ways, and a low point in another. At the time someone owed me £1,200, and the recovery process wasn’t going well. After one particular phone call I made life hell for everyone, which really wasn’t fair. It’s one of those things that comes back to haunt me – bad parent, bad husband. Fortunately it was only for part of a day.

The debtor eventually came up with £600. Then he died, with no assets and a gambling problem I’d been unaware of.

He drowned after falling into a ditch and whilst in drink. (Gambling wasn’t his only problem).  There was some talk about a car being seen speeding away from the area where he was found. There was also a suggestion that I’d been involved. And that was why I sometimes tell people I was a suspect in a murder case. (I wasn’t, because the police never contacted me, but it makes me sound more interesting).

The interesting fact about DD4?

Er…

There are three towns in the UK with football stadiums less than a mile apart.

At three – Liverpool and Everton. Under a mile apart.

At two – Nottingham Forest and Notts County – the closest football league grounds in England, just 300 yards apart.

At one – Dundee and Dundee United – the closest in the UK – just 100 yards apart. Look at the map and gasp in wonder. They are close.