Since I retired I have been beset by telephone calls and knocks at the door from people who think I want to spend my life insulating my loft, putting in [even more] double glazing and suing people because I have been sold various [what they think are dodgy] insurances ...
Take yesterday ...
I was feeling fairly drained after visiting hospital to learn the results of my latest PSA bloodtest when a knock came at the door.
I answered it to be met by a young man looking very smart with a shirt and tie and gel in his hair ... though I did notice his shirt sleeves were too long.
He was from the Anglia he said ... "I see you've got double glazing but I wondered if you had any other doors that wanted doing ..."
"I've just come back from hospital to be honest and I'm not really in the mood ... I've been having chemotherapy * ... "
Did he pick up on the hint that I couldn't really give a toss ?
No ... he soldiered on ...
"Do you think there might be some work you want doing in the next six months ?"
I let him have a barrel.
"Mate ... I could be dead in six months so double glazing is the last thing I'm thinking of ..."
That did the trick. He said he was sorry [in a bumbling sort of way] and went.
I shook my head, smiled slightly and went inside.
* Well I have had chemotherapy ... he just didn't know it was five months ago. I do feel slightly bad about that.