The times they are a changing...

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This week I have sent in my application forms to claim my occupational and state pensions. At times it feels a bit scary, at others I can't wait to retire - the NHS is no place for old biddies or dinosaurs like me. It's all cut and thrust driven by youth and government targets, neither of which realise that they're reinventing wheels which didn't work last time or the one before. I suppose in my time I wanted to save the world too, now I just want to get off and do my own thing, tired of people who are too stupid to know that when they are in a hole, the best course is to stop digging.

Officially, I retire at the end of July and I gave my notice in at the end of January so they can replace me. Using the old method of measuring how much I shall be missed - you fill a bucket with water, roll up sleeve insert hand and arm into bucket and then withdraw, the hole left indicates how much you'll be missed - I suspect I'll be forgotten before I receive my first pension payment. I'll only be semi-retired in that I'll still work for myself up to three days per week.

I was impressed by the department of pensions who sent me the application form without my requesting it, doubly so as in red ink on the return envelope was an instruction for it to be passed on to a particular department who deal with us weirdos who change sex rather than be opened at the mail sorting office. Actually if they're like the tax office, they're actually very tactful about things. Talking of which, in the same delivery as my pension form, I received a note from some high up in the tax office telling me that I can send my tax return online instead of paper. I suspect she doesn't know that I used to do so, or my accountant did, until I changed my gender legally amended birth certificate etc., and was informed for reasons of confidentiality, the HMRC assign the affairs of those accepted by the Gender Recognition Panel, to a specialist department who only accept paper returns. I'm tempted to write back to the Director General, Personal Tax ( I only get fan mail from the most elite) pointing out her error.

The other thing that seems to be happening this week is I've had three watches die even after new batteries were inserted. So I've had to treat myself to a new one, an Accurist with a metal bracelet in stainless steel with rose gold inlays and the figures and hands are also in the gold. It's rather nice, was on special offer 42% off, and the staff at H Samuels were really nice. So I'm quite pleased with myself.

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