Retirement brings a set routine, NBD. Awake at 10.30 (for I have much to do
). Consuela delivers breakfast in bed while I watch the news. She returns at 12 noon and turns on the shower to my desired temp, at which time I arise to ablute and meet the challenges of the day. Retire to my study 12.30pm. Contemplate the day ahead as I watch the sea in the hope of a mermaid sighting, drink tea, smoke the first of 80 hand rolled, blended cheroots and gun-up the cyber space machine. Answer emails and study stocks on HC until 5pm, then take my evening 3km constitutional along the beach with Consuela while I critique the lovely young bikini girls, which allows me to practice self defence moves, in light of Consuela's resulting blows. And of course there is always the hope of sighting a the mythical, girls nude volley ball team at play (a boy can dream
). Walk completed with 20 pushups, then back to the house to make diner of edible quality. Then watch the box whilst cracking pathetic jokes, ribbing Consuela and teaching her parrot new swear words. At midnight I'm back on the cyber space machine fleshing out fiction until 3.30am, with the occasional HC drop-in. Then to bed to read a book until 5.30am by the glow of my Itty,Bitty, Book Light. At 10.30am it all starts again. Such is the routine that retirement brings in the redundancy of age.
