There is something about work that is starting to get to me. Maybe it’s my age — I have been working, virtually non-stop since I was 17. Yes! there have been weekends, holidays and the odd sick day off, but most every other day since I left school I have got out of bed, dressed and gone to work. I don’t want to retire, but I do want a rest. Not a stay in bed kind of rest, but one of those — a change is as good as a rest — kind of things.