We had a blog..didnt we, and in it we said..that the loml put forward suggestions as to how to tolerate staying at work a tad longer, and we said, not going to happen. What I actually said,..and I get it, poetic license and all that, was..what the current boss would try to suggest, to keep my honeybun at work a bit longer. Aaaand, that my opinion was..whatever makes the honeybun happy, makes ..us all..happy.
Doesnt matter to me..would be an impact, as we all adjust to a newly liberated honeybun. As long as she stayed happy, that’d be great.
and, as long as we are airing..discoloured linen in public, If the honeybun was inclined to move, I/we would be only too happy to accompany her to whereever the new abode might be, work for the billisaurus notwithstanding.
I might also add..I didnt get work for a long while, after moving to Brisbane. Having paid work is nice..but not essential to me in my humble opinion. Wherever you go in this day and age, there is always stuff to do.

OK, thats the retirement misunderstanding..well, if not sorted, then elucidated somewhat.

Next. Hairy stuff.
Apparently, being in the same room, totally immersed in your computer, totally incommunicado, except for a scowl when the Billisaurus says something, constitutes being together, and woe betide the Billisaurus if he decides Not to interrupt, say what hes going to do, and scarpers to the next room.
The Billisaurus’s definition of being together, and the honeybun doing computer stuff too, would be a smooch and a huggle Periodically. Perhaps some other method of acknowledging the other persons mere existance would be acceptable.
The Billisaurus meant no disrespect by moving to the next room, and trying to fix a printing problem qualifies as two people in the same house, both doing computer stuff, both being available if the other person requires.

On a lighter note, the pumpkins have had a prune..not the edible sort, cutting back might be a bretterer term, and a relocate so as to show a bit more of that poor, overrun, back lawn.

The local council did a sterling job of removing dead bits, one tree, and a dead bit that overhung a few things that we’d prefer not to get damaged, due to the aforementioned dead bit falling off.

We had successful trip to Bribie Island, numerous fish being caught, and either thrown back or eaten. The bbq boat trip was cut short, due to the wind getting up too much, and all the fish relocating whenever they spied us close by. Sigh. One old gent objected to us being a tad close to his anchored yacht..buggeroff, and a fist being shook was message enough. Some of these old sods have been known to carry high calibre extra persuasion aboard, and none of us thought the fishing close to his yacht was That exciting…