Last week I published a post entitled ‘Losing My Religion.’ I was overwhelmed by the response. It came in comments on the post, by email, on Facebook and on Twitter. Many folk, it seems, have or have had such thoughts, and those few words of confession resonated with them.
Today I am writing from a hotel room in Denmark approximately 650 miles from home and I have to make another confession: Foreign travel no longer excites me. To be honest I’d be more than happy if I never had to set foot on another aeroplane. The only reason I travel is because of work. There are bills to pay, and the retirement I was expecting to ease into by next June has drifted far out of sight. Human plans always seem to get frustrated. Who’d have thought that the pension schemes I have paid into for so many years ago would fail to live up to their promises? Continue reading