posted by sooyup
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Looking back
When I took early retirement, poor Emma still had a couple of months to do before she qualified for a pension. For that time, we lived apart for most of the week. As it happened, I had been offered a peripatetic teaching post, working for two days of my choosing. So early on Monday, we would drive to Merseyside. I would do a day’s teaching and return home to Wales alone, leaving Emma to stay with daughter Eva and her first husband. On Friday I would drive to Merseyside, do my stint, and bring Emma home with me for the weekend. I leave it to your imagination what we did from Friday evening to Sunday night, with occasional meal-breaks. But weekdays, Tuesday through Thursday, were purgatory. During the day, I would find some trivial jobs to do around the house - I didn’t have a PC to help me pass the time. Every evening I would ring Emma and we would try to put into words how much we were missing each other, and what we would like to be doing to each other at that moment. It was easy enough for me to be explicit, but Emma could be overheard. Tomorrow, I’ll try to indicate the sort of conversations we would have.