About being retired is when it’s snowing like hell (like wot it’s doing 'ere in the republic this morning) you can fall out of bed, look out of the window, pour a pot of tea, and say “sod it, I’m not going out today” None of the business of turning out at any hour of the day or night. 
Exactly! Great innit. 
Which is why I’m sat here at the computer instead of freezing my rocks off waiting for 25 tonnes of cement to creep it’s way up a mile-long pipe on top of a quarry face somewhere in t’Pennines!
Oh, I really do miss it!
Why have you doubled the post,are yer gettin alzheimers or just confused Brian. 
Mike