Nothing to do with sex! But to do with my retirement.
I had the final letter from the NHS pension people today which told me how much my lump sum would be, how much money I'd be receiving each 1st of the month & how much my wife would receive should I die.
So that's it. The sum total(s) of 40 odd years work in the NHS. So many experiences, people, relationships, shifts, injections, forms signed & filed(!) time spent persuading people to do & things think things they didn't want to do or think.
All these things are not stated. Only an envelope with bland 'clincial' words of numerical information.
The emotional 'build up' that I'd felt for the last 18 or so months now feels the one of the biggest anti-climaxes I ever experienced.
The past 40 years of my full time employment is sitting there in a plain white envelope on the arm of the chair.
The next 40 years are shortly to begin.