Ohoh

Ok I have this rant most days at work with similarly aged patients. When I started work at 15, ok it was only childminding in the holidays but still work, 60 was the end point, not that I thought about it then. But I worked all the way through Uni, thank you Safeway Barbican, and started my ‘real job’ six weeks later and haven’t stopped since apart from mat leave.( doesn’t count!)
Wouldn’t it be fairer if they checked your NI contributions and once you’d contributed enough you got to swan into the sunset. The fear is the gap between retirement and ill health could be small and the older you are the more it feels like Russian roulette how many years you can enjoy with good health and hopefully some money in your pocket. Unconsciously my sights were on 60 so a natural winding down of a career because however much you enjoy it, it’s all consuming, and you do want your own life back. Today alone I had two emergencies that were thrown into my already full clinic and by the end of the day I was done in. No amount of weekend relaxation can undo the pressure you are immediately sunk into.
I’d retire like a shot, or at least only work on rainy days :)
Instead of having five years to go, already I have another 12, which seems so unfair, so how the future generations will feel at my age facing another 19 years…
Then again. Tis the Daily Mail. Headlines sell and this one made me blip.