I didn't know that Stroppy, as if you didn't have enough worries.
I actually had a career once, in HR, oil industry and I loved my job, used to enjoy going in in the morning to see what had happened overight. We used to have call outs in the early hours and have to go knocking on doors looking for errant divers to make sure they made their flights. It was great fun.
I like (liked) working and now cannot. I had a small business making curtains locally, just word of mouth, and it's not the money I miss (well it'd be nice to have, now I have to ask OH for money, first time in my life I've lost my financial independence), it's the social side, meeting and chatting to people. Like Stroppy, it is this in part which contributes to my depression.
I do know, however, that I am lucky not to have to work.
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Nobody told me there'd be days like these,
Nobody told me there'd be days like these,
Strange days indeed, strange days indeed,
Most peculiar Mamma.....................................
