The decision to retire from my Full Time Job has been taken and I’ll retire next year, I’m counting down the working days that remain. A friend told me that when you wake up and no longer enjoy going to work it’s time to go. He was right, he went and the Health Service continues to shoot itself in the foot with increased layers of bureaucracy, hypocritical attitudes and chasing targets at the expense of quality, They may pull themselves out of i,t but they are putting all their eggs in one basket. They have disillusioned all their staff. When I started work I was paid a little over seven hundred pounds a year (eleven hundred dollars). In forty odd years I have achieved most of the goals I set. I passed my Master’s degree, achieved a Dan grade in Martial arts, I have run 19 marathons and written my first book. The second is one third finished and the third about a quarter done. The research has been interesting. In September I am attending a Writing Festival in York with interviews with two agents and seminars as well. I have written the synopsis for all the projects I have lined up to write, so there is plenty to occupy me for next decade, I just need to get an income stream from it. Though as I learnt recently while the likes of J. K. Rowling, Stephen King, Clive Cussler, and John Grisham make a fortune, the average earning of an author are around eleven thousand pounds per annum, which means many are below this. I still have a wish from childhood to fulfil but I’m working on it.