Light The Blue Touch Paper - and Retire

I have, at last, retired. OK, not yet 65, but after jobseeking in vain, and an invitation from HM govt to partake of pension credit (thanks, Gordon Brown) I have now decided I will no longer be called on to be a captain, or even an able seaman, of industry.   

I also have a couple of private pensions, and some little imperfectly formed mini pensions, which I may have to chase down. For example, I worked for about a month in an office in Finchley (now under the Tesco’s in Ballards Lane - note for archaeologists). So, I’m probably due the price of a stamp or a choc ice every year.

Drawing pension money and still able to use child parking, that’s gotta be good.

As for lighting the blue touch paper, still a couple of months to go.  But, the season of mists and mellow fruitfulness does seem very brief sometimes.  We will be letting our belts out after Christmas dinner and saying ‘where did the year go?’   May I suggest an all purpose product for this time of year? How about a lovely Christmas pudding with a banger (or a nice roman candle) in it, with a scary face on it?