Doing badly here. Stuck in a mice-infested bungalow in a village in Scotland while waiting for the builder to finish our house. Lots of worries about the scale and cost of the project, hostile NIMBY locals etc. etc. so I’m having what used to be called a nervous breakdown. Very good Scottish GP has tried me on two tranquillisers, both of which were horrible. Have now had my first night of sleep in many months thanks to Mirtazapine, which after four doses seems to be having an effect in lifting me out of the black despair. Mrs GTi is doing better then me but had a serious wobble last week over some remarks by a NIMBY. She’s the one keeping the partnership on the go, dealing with builder and others while I hover uselessly, incapable of discussing much or making a decision. If she gets sick we are goosed because only she knows how to move the money around using her iPad. It really is a shit time for everybody, I can’t think of a worse time to have retired, sold up, moved into temporary and built a house.
Mind you my former colleagues are also having a bad time, working from home, not allowed to travel and now there’s been CV in one of the factories and the QC lab, both of which have closed so they can’t ship anything. Up to now the company was doing well, I’m told. It must be because I left.
My former colleague in Nigeria is stuck in Lagos, desperate for a holiday in UK but unable to come because they would have to isolate for two weeks on arrival
Meanwhile in Salisbury, Wilts my sister and BIL are enjoying healthy and active retirements with lots of socialising and meals out, coffee club, wine club, part-time jobs, community work. They live in a safe comfortable middle class area and don’t seem to be bothered by CV.
It really is a shit time for everybody. Well, almost everybody.