A Pop not a Bang

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I guess that as technically I am on holiday leave now until my retirement date, I can't actually say that I am retired. However, I finished at work on 18th June and am pleased to say I thoroughly enjoyed the party organised by my work colleagues.

Gosh everyone was so kind and even showered me with cards and presents.

Of course two people made speeches but instead of escaping through the back door or hiding in the caretaker's cupboard, I managed to say some words in reply.

Fortunately there were no fireworks, just the most embarrassing banner hanging above us all with my photograph and wishing me a happy retirement.

The champagne corks popped all evening and it was such a splendid night that I guess if life was infinite I'd go back and do 30+ years, just to have another one. No, that was definitely a joke!


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