Here’s how to retire

For a few years after I retired, I felt quite guilty. I would get up, shower and dress as if I was going to work and then I would spend the rest of the day encased in clothes I hated (mainly bra and tights). I still have a wardrobe of work clothes I’m never going to wear again.

I have decided Rocky (above) has the right idea. So now I lie back and relax with mindless telly in front of me. I’m not too sure about Rocky’s carrot. Raw carrot is baaaad if you have Crohn’s Disease, as I now know I have, but I like his style.

On Tuesday, I hope to welcome Missy, a calico cat whose human has died. Missy is about 9. No one wants a middle-aged cat. Just kittens. But she and I will probably get on fine. I’ve always had cats – insofar as anyone ‘has’ a cat. My sister brought in cat treats at the weekend and promises me Andrew (aged 2 and 1/2) who loves cats will come and visit. Missy will be royally spoiled. How could you not love that wee face?

Missy has been shut in an empty house for weeks now. Of all the silly adverts on the TV, I like the one that invites pet owners to make arrangements for ‘after they have gone.’