Day Four

Well, that didn’t take long. My wife, the lovely Jackie, insisted that we make lists of all the tasks which need to be done around the house. My list amounts to 23 things, ranging from building a bizarrely shaped garden shed with a curved veranda, through mending the electric mirrors on the camper van to upgrading the expenses database to support concurrent users. It doesn’t look like a list of things to do when you’ve retired – where’s “take up paragliding” or “build a cafe racer” or “play the piano”? It doesn’t even contain “clear 20 years of accumulated rubbish out of the garage” which would sort-of bridge the gap towards a future filled with possibilities. Anyway, I don’t like lists. They make me realise the enormity of the tasks ahead, rather than feeling I have them under control. I intend to go on as before.

The list (on the fridge door, natch).  My tasks are on the right.