A big day for me, and no mistake. It's my birthday (58, how bloody old?!), but, even more significantly, I'm retiring today. It's 39 years, 3 months and 22 days since I first started with my company. For my sins, or whatever. I'm not going to miss it - I used to be keen, mad keen, but that was a long time ago, it's just a job now, and has been for decades. It's paid fairly well, I have to admit, and it's been a lot better than digging ditches, but I won't be tearful, at all. I'm not working per se today, just handing my keys and the like to my manager and saying goodbye to any of colleagues who happen to be there. None of my regular 'gang' will be there, although I've seen all of them, apart from the 'archbigot', who retired himself earlier this month, since my illness, so there will be no regrets in that sense. So, after lunchtime, it's the start of my next adventure, such as it is, and I'm going to see K for a meal this evening. I'm always happy to see her, of course, but today will be particularly sweet. My girl, the centre of my universe. I love her so much.
Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B
Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B
