Retirement Feels Like a Holiday

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Oh dear, at the moment I am struggling a little with the concept of freedom and free time. Thirteen days since finishing work and it still feels like I am on holiday.

I tried to bring myself back to reality by doing one of those chores I had saved for retirement and gave the bathroom a good clean but to no avail, the concept still hasn't sunk in.

Being able to stay up late, lie in bed on a morning if I want to, treat myself to real coffee at 11 a.m., go out for lunch and generally do whatever I want, all adds to the laid back holiday feel.

The only mild irritation has been the clothes in my wardrobe which had understandably been arranged for a busy working schedule. I have, however, now sorted that by putting smart suits and blouses in the wardrobe in the spare bedroom and replacing them with T-shirts and other more casual clothing so they are now accessible instead. That way I can now even dress as though I am on holiday too!

I guess I'll know if it's all become too much like a vacation when I dash downstairs early one morning and spread my beach towel out on a kitchen chair!  


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