When will I retire? Never. Probably

I am in 59th year on planet earth and distinctly remember my late father retiring at 60, which I turn in April 2025.

Once his euphoria had worn off, he visibly aged.

His Mondeo had never been as clean, but his life seemed somewhat dull (as he admitted) once he didn't have work at International Harvester / Case in Doncaster, where he'd worked for 38 years.

I should be at the age, arguably, where I'm slowing down, but it seems my professional and personal life has had an injection of Red Bull. The thing is I love what I do; I love the new life I've forged in Manchester as a single man with a dog. I love designing websites, writing, creating content.

Ok, you get the idea.

What I don't want to do is become a gammony Tory voter decrying the present and mourning an illusory past.

I want to work until I'm able-bodied and compos mentis at this business and with others, until someone taps me on my frail 90 year old shoulders, and says "Come on Stuart, your time is up, go and rest."

We have plenty of time to relax when dead.

Until then, I'll keep soldiering on until I shuffle off this mortal coil, with no regrets about a life well lived.

Work is good for body and mind, and I will continue at it, until I can no longer manage it.

Besides, I can't afford to retire!