At my age, it is not a good time to be worrying about your future, but I've had a rather disturbing phone call from the basket into which I seem to have put all my eggs. Younger, more dynamic people are poised to take my third class seat on the gravy train in which I have been travelling for about 20 years. Oh well, let's hope it is just another case of the paranoia which I am prone to.
'Gravy train' gives the wrong impression, but I think that the newcomers view it like that. I am beginning to feel as pointless as I think they are portraying me. Don't worry, none of this will be touched upon in the Christmas Round Robin which will fall on your doormat in December. I will be vicariously living my life through the blossoming careers of the kids.
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