I've had two colleagues/friends who so desperately didn't want to retire. One worked until she was nearly 70 - I could understand as her husband had died in his 50s - but decided she wasn't really able to do her job properly. Another was only 60 but was really pushed out and was devastated. However, having both taken the plunge, or been forced to, the first was fortunate enough to afford a long trip to Australia which she took almost as soon as she retired and never looked back. The second friend took a while to settle, because of the circumstances surrounding her departure, is now really enjoying her retirement. She works as a volunteer at a local hospice and has found a friend to travel with. I'm lucky that I couldn't wait to retire and am writing this whilst staying with DH in a cottage in Derbyshire waiting to go for a lovely walk, stopping for lunch in a pub. This really is the life if you are lucky enough to afford it.
Goodness, look what I just found…
So, what does “class” actually mean to you nowadays?


