After working in aviation since being a flight engineer in the RAF in the 1960s, due to a lack of forthcoming work and the determination to seemingly work himself to death in absence of anything else (he doesn't drink, has no friends, all his living family aside me and my mum live down under, and he barely leaves the house any more despite being in extremely good shape and not looking a day older than 55), Old Man has applied for a job as a caravan fitter. Part time with a view to more hours if it's worth it.
This could be interesting, he's 70 in August.
If they won't take him I've suggested he volunteer his time to the Museum of Transport, Greater Manchester, which takes up a section of Queens Road bus depot in Cheetham Hill.
His mum used to work in the cafeteria there and he's from Newton Heath so it's a place fairly close to him.
My oul man has worked full time since he was about 14. In all the time I've been alive he took one period of sick and that was because he could literally not leave his bed.
He got an early retirement package when he was mid 50s and lasted about 6 months at home before he cracked and got another job. He's now mid 60s and has no intention of retiring. Fitter than me and looks not a day over 50.
Having a purpose, a reason to get up and out the door keeps age at bay* - my grandmother in law looks after my wife's young cousins, school runs etc and at 80 she's full of energy. She says herself it keeps her going.
*caveat is a shitty job you hate will only add years on to you!
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