Changes…

Last year Tony had a couple of health issues, one major, and has not worked for the last 3 months or so. He’s looking very well now and has a clearance to go back to work. The time off has given us time to think and we’ve realised that, at 66 years old, it’s time he retired and enjoyed doing what he wants to do. My Dad died just before his 66th birthday, so that’s had a role in our decision-making. Tony’s been doing front line ambulance work for 15 or so years and, as his boss commented when he handed in his resignation, that’s a long time in a high stress / high adrenaline role.

So, changes are afoot. He has finished work already, bought a bicycle, we’ve sold both cars and bought a smaller car to share (I always had a big car for Mum’s walker & wheelchair) and we no longer have a cleaner or someone mowing the lawns. Tony can potter his way through the housework and gardens etc and still have plenty of time for fishing!

It does feel odd though. Until now, if someone asked what my husband does, I’ve said “He’s an ambulance officer”. Now the answer is “He’s retired”. It has quite a different feel to it somehow…

Our new Toyota Ractis.

Our new Toyota Ractis.

Tony, in uniform, with Mum about 3 1/2 years ago.

Tony, in uniform, with Mum about 3 1/2 years ago.