Retirement is when you stop living at work… and start working at living. At least, that’s how I always imagined it. But now that I’m at retirement age, I simply can’t see myself walking in my front door and calling out, "Hi, darling. I’m home – forever."
And I don’t think I’m the only one not ready to hit the employment ejector seat. Many of my friends are older than the characters in The Thursday Murder Club. Are they living in a posh retirement home like Coopers Chase? No. And not just because they couldn’t afford it, but because they’re still working.
