Retirement days. Mrs Summerhouse and I were strolling through the park on our early morning pup walk. We are lucky with our local parks (see below for one example) and this morning the one we had chosen looked beautiful in the early morning sunshine. It must have been this beauty that prompted one of those…
Retirement and more all that jazz
This is a blog from the dark side, it’s writing as therapy, a bit of a whinge maybe, so if you don’t want to read a blog about a retired person complaining, don’t read on. Thing is I’m getting fed up with my jazz workshops – I went to one last night (Monday) hence this…
Retirement and wedding plans (not mine)
I like to think of this retirement blog as a multi-various literary fest. Cover many topics and not in any great depth, is my motto. So to a different topic. I think I mentioned, in passing, that our daughter is getting married at the end of May. I write this with all the usual joy…
Looking back from retirement
I wrote a blog a couple of weeks ago which started with my confessing that I had ‘done something strange’. It was about me re-registering as a psychologist at a time when I had given up being a psychologist, 18 months ago. Why did I do such a perverse thing? I suppose the answer was…
Vineyard 23 : Having a laugh?
I don’t think we started our retirement project vineyard with the idea that it would be a source of amusement either to ourselves or to others, but, in some ways, that is what it has become. Every couple of months the Mercian Vineyard Association (MVA) publishes its own journal / magazine called The Grapevine (see…
A creative retirement : art from Mrs Summerhouse
For some time in this blog, Mrs Summerhouse has had a presence, sometimes shadowy with a passing reference, and, at other times, right at the front of operations with her occasional blogs on yoga. She teaches a yoga class every Tuesday night here in Headingley. She is a woman of many talents and one of…
Retirement Project : A Shepherds’ Hut?
After last week’s blog something a little lighter about the world of retirement. There is no doubt that making an object with your own hands or, at least with your own power tools, is one of those activities that gives great meaning to our retirement lives. Given that, as I’ve written in this blog, finding…
Retirement and the day of my mother’s funeral
Yesterday was my mother’s funeral. It’s over a month since she died and it’s taken a long time to come around. Apparently Nottingham must be a popular place to die. We were offered yesterday as the first ‘opportunity’ and the implication was we’d better grab it quick before somebody else claimed the spot. This gap…
Retirement and never go back?
I did something really quite strange yesterday. It may not sound strange but believe me when I tell you it is. I renewed my professional registration as a psychologist. This is the certification from the Health and Care Professional Council (HCPC) which enables me to practise as a psychologist. I received a reminder a couple…
Retirement and the mysterious case of the wedding suit and the sore heel
Back in the day, the words ‘measured for a suit’ meant a certain something. I fully admit I haven’t had many ‘made-to-measure’ suits in my life. Not being of any particularly abnormal proportions, an ‘off-the-peg’ suit, how these terms come back to me in my retirement, has done me quite well. Until now that is…