I typed out my resignation at 5am on Boxing Day morning 2 years ago. No state pension for a few years yet so I say I'm unemployed but not looking for a job.
Phill carried on working although receiving his state pension since he was 66 but after too many funerals this year I persuaded him to retire.
He left work on the Friday and we set off for a month in the van on the Monday. First time ever we'd had the time to pack and sort the van out properly, and first time we've been away for more than 10 days. I wondered how we'd get on and thought maybe we'd come home early but we managed the month and really enjoyed it.
That was at the end of September and Phill is finally getting into being retired, although are friends and neighbours are getting their lists of jobs ready for him.
One thing I've noticed - He has turned into a shopping anorak! He organises everything in the trolley, all stacked neatly and cooked meat away from fresh etc. Yesterday I even let him put it all in the bags without full instruction from the sidelines. He's a changed man.