More Than a Milestone - That Fifty Feeling
How the hell did I get here? Fifty! It’s such a big and scary number, especially when I consider myself to be no more than 35. But there’s no denying that I am, without question, fifty; all the birthday cards on my doormat displaying that squalid number confirm the fact that I’m now a quinquagenarian and entitled to join Saga. I am five years from being able to buy a designated retirement home and ten away from getting my free bus pass. The only thing that isn’t getting any closer is my statutory retirement age which seems to be as far as away as ever. At least Her Majesty’s Government is doing its best to reassure me that I’m not yet past it. Trying to see where all the time went I woke up on my fiftieth birthday in a hotel room on a beautiful island with a glorious sea and mountain view out of the window. However, a relaxed day amongst the bars and restaurants of charming Corfu Town was not what I had chosen to do. Instead I got up at 5.30am and embarked upon a nine-hou...