I "retired" years ago.
I was lucky in many aspects, because I worked for British Coal and when we were all made redundant, as part of the package, we were entitled to pick up our full works pension at 50.
After 3 redundancies, following and then struggling to find any work, I decided to quit for good. So, I took up retirement at the age of 53.
Been a bit of a struggle, because that pension is just about minimum wage per week, but managed to make it work and I did make a bit of money chaperoning my daughter's acting exploits across the country.
I have always, always kept busy and have never been one to ever get bored.
Really looking forwards now to my state pension, when I will be so much better off.
I fill my days writing and until my dad died, my life was also filled with travelling up from Kent twice a week to see him and look after his affairs.
As I say, I don't get bored and I treat every single day like it could be my last.
Felt that way ever since 9/11, where that really hit me hard and I questioned my mortality and my longevity and realised just how fragile and short life can be.
And it's since then that City losing doesn't hurt so much either. I just try and find solace and joy elsewhere, when the Sky Blues aren't doing so well.
Moving to Folkestone in two weeks and am really looking forwards to the new venture and fresh start. Now have a very lovely missus too, which helps enormously.