I will be retiring in 101 days. In terms of working days that is just 56. It’s not long. It only seems like yesterday that I was making the bad decisions at school which led to the debacle that was my working life. Fortunately I have enjoyed a lot of it and and by doing things I loved I have rarely felt like it was work.

Business was slow today. There is a definite feeling that coin collecting is less popular since shops used lockdown as  an excuse for cutting down on taking cash. A number of people have brought their collections of 50p and £2 coins to sell in the shop and if they have been taken from circulation we are turning them down. There is still a small market for coins in Uncirculated condition but we are telling people to spend the others. We sometimes end up with accumulations of circulated 50p and £2 coins as part of a bigger lot and we give them out in change.

I had my letter from the Anti-coagulant Service yesterday, the glitch in my levels has worked its way through my system and I am back to normal. However, I’m still on weekly testing, which is a nuisance.

I now have 44 words to write before hitting my self-imposed target.

I have just loaded up my Kindle with the first three volumes of Anthony Powell’s A Dance to the Music of Time and, just over 150 pages in, am finding it very enjoyable. I did read a few of the books about 40 years ago but this time intend doing all twelve. I don’t really know why I haven’t got round to it before now. However, better late than never. I need to remember that at my age if I don’t do it now I may never get round to it.

So many books, so little time . . .