When my neighbour heard me leaving the house in the mornings, before I retired, he would stick his head out of the door and ask what day it was, then make his little joke about not having time to go to work anymore. (He had to take early retirement for health reasons) I used to laugh politely then get in the car thinking 'stupid old fool'. But he was right! I don't have time to do the mundane, I'm too busy doing nothing like Bing Crosby, or going somewhere on the spur of the moment, or drinking coffee with neighbours, or pottering among my patio pots, or ..., or .... And then there's the collecting DGS from school, or looking after him in the holidays and when he's poorly, or letting workmen into my son's flat and overseeing their work. Oh and nearly forgot the online crosswords and jigsaws to keep my brain active (?), the chatty emails to distant friends, the GN forums (fora?). The thing that takes most time though is having a glass of wine and watching catch-up tv while thinking about the piles of paperwork that need shredding. However did I have time to go to work 