The Last Two Days
The first few weeks of retirement are pretty surreal really. It just feels like being on holiday and you have to keep reminding yourself that this not having to get up for work is going to continue for (hopefully) a considerable period of time. I had intended to sum up these first few weeks here but have only managed to get to the final two days (This all takes up my valuable time you know!) so I changed the title and will break things up into smaller chunks (The best way to eat an elephant). My third (as a friend reminded me) retirement do went well. Actually, for the record, it wasn't my third but it was my second. I retired from the Police, then resigned from The BPI. My colleagues were generous, both in spirit and materially, and everybody laughed at the correct places in my speech so that was a bonus. It was so lovely that Lucy and my two youngest daughters, Siobhan and Niamh could share the afternoon and evening with me. We all left the Brewdog in Canary Wharf sui...