If I make it to retirement age, they keep changing the age, I would love to retire to a static caravan in Whitby or Scarborough with D. To dance to loud music, drink with friends, and talk the night away before cuddling up with D in a nice warm bed. To watch sunsets and laugh at the seagulls tormenting the tourists. To get on a bus and just go to random places for coffee. Laugh. Laughter at our life and all the things we’ve been through. The kids would all have their own houses, working and happy. They would come and visit when they could. And Christmas would be bliss with all of them around the table.
May need a big static caravan. But selling the house will give us the money to do it.
Those are my wishes.