I asked him how he felt. 'Wonderful.'
'Doesn't it feel a little bit strange after all these years?'
He's worked incredibly hard all his life and has provided wonderfully for us, his family. He's reached the level he has through ability; he's never played golf with the boss. While he's given everything when he's in work, time with the family has always been precious and untouchable. He's worked to live not the other way round.
We got through his cancer scare twenty years ago and now we're looking forward to another twenty years - at least! - of enjoying life. We - the children and me - love him very much and hope his retirement is everything he wants it to be.
As for me, well, I have to carry on working. (Big 'aaaah', please.) Someone has to bring home the pennies ...