The Golden Years

Nirvana

They cast a cold cynical eye on the pension's man in the bank when he told them years ago  to put an extra few shillings in the bank each week. Every day of retirement would be a sunny one. Free travel, money in their savings and peace and quiet with all the noisy children locked away in classrooms from September on. They are able to relax and swim away to their hearts content.

The next generation after them are not so lucky they lost everything in the Celtic Tiger (bankers not included). Pensions gone with the wind. They will have to work till they are ninety or ninety one. They won't even be guaranteed good weather. Ah well but that's life. Some win, some lose.