Well, not technically true. Technically, today is my last day and tomorrow will be the “1st” day. I didn’t want to go into work for one day, so I managed to save up some time and take a ‘flexi’ day. But to all intents and purposes, today was the first day of my retirement! Now, how old does that make me feel?
Didn’t do much really. Went to the bank, did a bit of shopping, washed my car … oh and had my hair cut. Haircut? For nearly a year now, I’ve been growing my hair longer. In fact, I’ve not had it cut for about nine months. It all started, around November time last year. Our ‘team’ were on one of our ‘away-days’ or it may have been a training day. At lunch time I had gone out and when I returned, I received a text message, just before I entered the training room. As I was expecting the text, I stopped to read it. I then over heard someone joking about the length of my hair and then everything went quite when it went in. Now I don’t care if people take about me behind my back and I don’t mind if they laugh at me. What I hate is when they do it and then try and pretend that they didn’t. Which was what happened in this case. So I made the random decision to grow my hair long. My intention was to just let it grow and grow to make them feel bad or guilty . However when I put in for early retirement, I decided that my long hair would go when I finished. Hence, todays haircut.
So all in all, the first (or pre-retirement) day went well and now I must et down to the task of finding and getting that part time job. I need to get one soon, before I get out of the work habit. The next few weeks are critical in that search I think.
The ‘Big 60 +1’ today. I’m not really counting birthdays anymore, but everybody expects me to. They are just becoming different numbers rather than days to celebrate. I’ve got the the stage when I don’t really care. I’m reminded of the Tennessee Ernie Ford song Sixteen Tons, with the famous line “Another day older and deeper in debt …” which basically says it all.
No idea what we are doing today, and I don’t think I’m that bothered. Must be getting old.
Well the title of this post could mean a number of things …… the economy, the public sector cuts, the terror threats, even the Ryder Cup !!!!! But no, this post relates to my offspring(s). The youngest is 18 tomorrow, and three weeks later, the eldest is 21. Now that is scary !! When S**** was 18, it was not so bad. I felt like a proud Dad. However, R*** being 18 seems to make me feel really old. A strange feeling and I don’t know if I like it at all.
Moving on … As a birthday treat, we took R*** to see the new Thomas the Tank movie yesterday. We have not taken him to the cinema often, as with his Autistic condition, he does not like crowds, especially crowds of children. However he was a star. Singing and laughing along. Of course, most of the time, he spent with his fingers in his ears, but that is normal for him. Yes Thomas’s Misty Island Rescue is a must.
Now, the gripe……… why does the sound in cinemas have to be so loud? It was too loud for me, so for anyone with a noise tolerance condition, such as R*** has, it must have been painful. We were sat 2 rows from the back of the cinema, and it was loud. I do not understand.
Well last night was the first night of S****s play. From all accounts, and I’ll see for myself tonight, it went really well. The place was packed, and it was a really good night. Mrs H went along with her sister, her niece and her niece’s friend, and enjoyed it very much. Afterwards, she stopped for a drink with the cast. At around midnight S**** and his mum came home, bringing with them two of S****s friends. We broke out the drinks and settled down for what I thought would be a couple of drinks, then bed. At 05:15am, it was decided that we needed to get a little sleep !!!!! R*** was asleep in our bed, se we gave his quilt to the friends, and I thought I would just crash on R***’s bed fully clothed. Not to be !!!!! at around 06:15am he woke up, and wanted to go into his bed. So from then onwards, until I got dressed at 08:00am, I was up and down with him. Shattered !!!!!! Will probably have to do it again tonight !!! Getting too old for this.
Well we seem to have been here before !!!! I cannot see a repeat of the 2001 qualifier, but ……… a win would be nice. A win over Germany is always nice ! But did you see the tennis (never thought I would say that). The epic struggle between Inser and Mahut was amazing to watch. There was no give on either side at all. Inser was looking dead on his feet, but still delivered the winning shots. Mahut looked, until the last few games, as if he was playing his second set !!!
Guess what !!! We won the quiz last night. Granted, the team consisted of nine players or so, but a win is still a win. So there is £20.00, behind the bar, ready for next week. A late night last night, and then of course, is was drama night tonight. Everything appears to be going ok’ish. S**** is starting to worry that it will all go tits-up. I don’t think it will though. I think, that at the end of the day, it will all come together. It all means, another late night. 00:30 last night, and even later tonight. I’m getting a little too old for all this.
Well, that’s the Christmas part over with. It has not been a bad one really. Christmas Day went as well as could be expected, and the good thing was that no-one stopped too long. Although, at around 7:30pm, I did hear someone mention ‘What game do you want to play ??’ Thankfully, nobody wanted to. We went to the in-laws on Saturday. I was expecting the worse, with the youngest. He had been a bit stressed on Christmas Day, after opening his presents. But come Boxing Day, he was great. No problems at all. A bit tense whilst I was driving home, but were all the same way, what with the ice and the fog and the dark, and Mrs H gasping at every turn in the road !! Sunday saw Mrs H at work, and another good day with the youngest. No medication all day, and no problems at all. Same today, no meds, and no problems.
Back to work for me tomorrow. but it is only three days to work, and then I’m off for the New Year. Mind you, D*** is off until the middle of next week, which leaves P*** and K**** as the supervisors, or more to the point, P*** as the supervisor and K****, the assistant. We all know who will take the lead there!! What worries me, is that one day, some of the trouble causers, will turn against her, just for the hell of it.
Most of the snow has gone here. I hear that it could get bad again mid week. It seems to be getting colder tonight, or it could be that I’m just getting old. My Australian friend, says that it was really hot on Christmas Day over there. Did I feel sorry for her ……… I’ll let you guess that.
I was sent this in an email …… thought I would share it !