Advice for Retirement in a Fortune Cookie

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We made a spur of the moment decision to eat out in Richmond this evening at The New Treasure Garden, after Mister E remembered reading a good review. We were not disappointed and afterwards enjoyed a stroll in the shadow of the castle and around the Market Place, it still being a balmy 21 degrees.

Best of all I even got a tip for retirement in my fortune cookie: "Enjoy Life," it said, "It is better to be happy than wise."


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