A life of bliss? Of course, I do not have to go anywhere or do anything. I sleep when I want to, I read a book when I feel like it and I even play stupid games on the computer, because I have the time.
Housework? Forget it, it does itself. And cooking – well there are takeaways and resturants. Life is now just one big blissful happy holiday and I even get money for it, called state pension.
And that’s that. I have have some stupid prompts in my golden oldie life, but they seem to get more and more boring and monotonours day by day. And now I will return to my life of bliss. I actually decided to retrieve my sewing machine from the cellar and return it to a place in the appartment. If I really get bored with my life of bliss I can always keep myself busy with the sewing machine. I noticed there is a bath towel where the edge just needs a little trimming. Just a quick zig zag and the job is completed. Some time ago I wanted to shorten a pair of trousers and I had even forgotten how to thread the machine up. Yes, I should shake myself out of this life of doing nothing and work again.
I spent years thinking of retirement, looking forward to it. It arrived eight years ago and I have been sitting around in my new life of bliss since, telling myself I only have to do what I want to and not what I have to. How wrong can you be. There is no life of bliss and if there was, the boredom would be complete. I have aches and pains to keep me occupied. You do not get retirement without having the trimmings to go with it.
And now I must go, I really have other things to do in my blissful life than write a blog. I have a piece of cake to eat and oh yes, the sewing machine. I can also watch the snowflakes falling outside.