Covid WfH regime did it for me. Biked into Leeds for thirty years, rain or shine. Then the word got out that post-Covid, there’d be no return to office working, as was. Fuck that.
I hated the way I’d eased into sitting alone in the kitchen, with no daily face-to-face.
Then got twatted by a Royal Mail van on Roundhay Road and had a serious think.
VER offer came in and after a bit of prompting from a colleague, had a look at some numbers, got my people to talk to their people, and waved goodbye.
Pension’s not massive, but apart from a few gigs / pints, I don’t need much. Mortgage is paid and dustbin lids are all financially independent.
Had a few too many “dead” days in the early stages, but still get up early and always manage to find something to do. Bit of part-time stuff here and there.
Strangest thing was how quickly the old working life seemed to become something of the distant past.