I took early retirement to care for my mum and to take my fair share with my g’dtrs. The girls are now teenagers so don’t need granny to turn up at the school gate and Covid took my mum in 2022. Now I have few commitments and most of my time is my own. I have three close friends and we see each other separately every couple of weeks, I volunteer in a charity shop one day a week, I love sewing and make baby quilts for charity, ditto repurposing knitted goods. I listen to audio books. On the whole my days are not busy, there is no pressure, but they are nicely filled.
At a party for my son’s 50th yesterday, one of his male friends I hadn’t seen for a while asked what I was doing with myself. I told him and he said, ‘Oh, nothing much then,’ in a rather sneering way and moved away as though I wasn’t worth wasting his time on. To be honest that cut me. Earlier another woman in her early fifties, talking about her own mother, now in her late 70s and unwell, said disparagingly, ‘Oh, she just sits around all day with her bloody knitting.’ This is an elderly woman who until last year did all the housework and childminding for this ungrateful daughter.
The casual cruelty, the indifference to the feelings of others, was depressing.