Days of wine and roses

Do you ever remember your mother, father or some other person telling you that childhood is the happiest time of your life?  If you don’t, you’re lucky as I was told this for as long as I can remember and like every other child I could never see what they meant.  I just wished to be older so that I could do all the things I thought I’d be able to do.

Do you know what, in many ways they were right.  Since I’ve all growed up, I have responsibilities that I can’t ignore.  I have to earn money in order to pay the bills and eat and I don’t think I ever really appreciated just how free you are as a child.

So why now, of all times do I pick a theme like this to write about.  It’s just that I’ve been comparing life again – as I often do – and realising that although I do have those responsibilities, once again I do have freedom to do pretty much what I want, when I want to do it.  I’m one of the fortunate people because I work for myself and can (if I choose) take a day (or a week or two) off without having to pass it through a line manager or other person who is paid to keep my nose to the grindstone.

From Friday, I shall be doing just that.

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