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Retired at 60 and then?
Just a beginning really.
45 years.
I’m 61, I feel old sometimes.
Sometimes.
Today for example, I wanted to go for a
seven-kilometre run but I ate humus on toast instead.
Now I have to digest.
Then it will be too hot.
Then i'll be 62.
I went the seven K yesterday, foot hurt,
leg complained, brain struggled.
Felt tired all day.
Cut the grass though.
105.
My aunt was ninety something when she died;
her last year was definitely not worth it.
How long?
I woke the other day and thought – hey, you
know how you always fancied being a train driver?
Probably won’t ever happen.
Should have done it earlier.
Or, long distance lorry driver?
It always seemed like an attractive job – I
like travelling.
Probably won’t do that either.
Live by the sea?
Better start.
(Look at her face.
It says a lot.)
ab/120
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