Nobody Told Me Retirement Would Feel Like This is the small doorway into the bigger TOGT world: the honest, funny, unsettled tru...

-
Nobody Told Me Retirement Would Feel Like This is the small doorway into the bigger TOGT world: the honest, funny, unsettled truth about life after the job loosens its grip.
https://greythinker.gumroad.com/l/yyrno />

https://threads.net/@theoldgreythinker/post/DalngFpCVg3?utm_source=dlvr.it&utm_medium=blogger

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

I've Become That Person Who Talks to Strangers—And It's Brilliant

-
Image
  I was standing in the queue at Sainsbury’s last Tuesday when I did something so profoundly out of character that I briefly considered abandoning my shopping and starting a new life under a different name. The woman in front of me had chosen the exact same ready meal I’d just put in my basket. Chicken tikka masala. Green label. The one you can trust not to ruin your evening. Without thinking — without even a rehearsal run in my head — I said out loud: “Good choice. That’s the best one.” I did not whisper.  I did not mutter it into my sleeve.  I did not pretend I was talking to the chicken. I said it to her . This is the sort of thing that, historically, should trigger a national emergency. A sharp intake of breath. Possibly a letter to the council. She turned slowly, as people do when they’re deciding whether this interaction will end in a mild apology or a police statement. Then she smiled. Not a polite smile. Not the tight, apologetic British half-smile. A full one. Th...
Read more

I Can Read the Weather Off Water Nobody Sails On

-
Image
Stood at the harbour wall this morning and did something I've done perhaps ten thousand times. Looked at the water. Read the conditions. Force 3 from the northeast, slight confused swell from two directions — a remnant from yesterday's weather running into today's — pressure dropping, cloud building in the upper quadrant in the particular way that means rain before evening. Took about four seconds. Completely automatic. Completely accurate. Completely pointless. There's no ship. There hasn't been for nearly a year. No crew to brief, no harbour master to call, no passage plan to adjust. I stood there with forty-six years of accumulated weather knowledge and nowhere to put it, which is, I'll admit, a situation I hadn't anticipated when I handed in my certificate. The skill itself is not a small thing. Reading weather off water is not something you learn from a book. You learn it the way you learn anything that actually matters — through consequences. I got it ...
Read more

My Grandad Was Absolutely Certain He Was Andy Capp

-
Image
My grandad possessed a remarkable gift. He could tell a story with such conviction that by the end of it you found yourself doubting basic science. If he'd announced he'd invented gravy, you'd have nodded and asked whether he'd patented it. His greatest claim, however, was that he was the inspiration for Andy Capp. Not "a bit like him." Not "once bumped into the cartoonist." No. According to Grandad, Reg Smythe knew him well, drank with him regularly, and quietly borrowed his entire personality for Britain's most famous flat-capped layabout. As a boy I believed every word. Why wouldn't I? Grandad certainly looked the part. He wore a flat cap that appeared to have been issued at birth. His cigarette permanently occupied the corner of his mouth like a docking pilot bringing in a tanker. He had perfected the art of leaning against walls in a way that suggested he'd been working ferociously for hours, despite not having mov...
Read more