I retired 2 and half years ago, my best mate got brain cancer and was gone in 5 weeks.
I thought , fuck this.
Met the love of my life 2 years earlier and moved to York and got married last May at the ripe old age of 67.
I thought i'd get a daft part time job but I have no energy. Lost 2stone, mainly muscle mass. I just wanna sleep.
Finding harder to get to midweek games now, 2 hour drive on the M62 each way is just not for me.
Losing my season ticketfor next season due to not attending enough games.
Had a double by pass 4 years ago, got type 2 diabetes, had a camera down my Japs eye recently to check for bladder cancer, due to peeing blood. Everything ok....then yesterday peeing blood again.
I'm supposed to be going Greece on Sunday.
I might just phone the docs this morning, or do I just chance it.
The joys of being a grumpy old bastard eh!