21. Cards on the table.

16 April 2026

During a lively game of five hundy the other night, Cheryl asked about my next move. She wasn’t the first. What people are really asking is, how will you live?

After being given a decent slippering by her and Nicole over a completely optimistic misère call I offered my usual answer:

I didn’t know.

What I did know was I had to get rid of my old life before I started a new one. I spent this week learning precisely nothing about imputation credits. Maybe even less.

How do you think it went?

Saying goodbye to the ultimate driving machine is the last loose end to tie up.

Wish me better luck for next week.

I’ve got a bit of runway before I have to start stacking supermarket shelves - nothing wrong with that either just quietly - but the runway’s not too long. Even though the list of shelf-stacking applicants might be.

Cindy thought I might make quite a good bus driver, but if you read the last post I think we all know that’s not true.

"Yes” said Cheryl “but what do you want to do?"