Old crocks

In Bogan Greystanes, time is definitely not at a premium. This is no idle description because, to me, it has become the signature feature of life in my mid-sixties. And it’s taken a bit of getting used to. Whether you attribute it to ‘retirement’ or ‘old age’ is largely academic as far as I’m concerned. Punters sometimes ask how I like not working and I routinely respond with ‘It’s good.’ ‘Then how do you fill in your time?’ This follow up question is trickier. However, my answer to this is just as routine…. ‘I do nothing.’ Such a response elicits confusion and I’m often forced to explain. But all of this stuff misses the point. The challenge of retirement lies not in filling up the diary with bucket list activities or posting social media friendly status updates but in accommodating and wrangling the large amounts of free time that now come out of your arse without a grimace or a grunt. Even allowing for jobs and duties around the ranch, I have blocks of hours where seve