I have dreadful handwriting. When my lovely man met me and witnesed me filling in a form, he gasped ‘diabolical’.
I once had my handwriting assessed, and the analyser (who I suspect changed careers or ended themselves thereafter), had no comment except that I was perhaps a pyschopath.
I suspect that algorithms can’t get a firm grip on me either.
I am continually hounded by people offering the perfect gift for an aviation enthusiast close to my heart. I know not one.
I am also plagued by some crowd who claim to be best suited to improve my goatmilking skills.
I mean, what the actual… how is this even a market?
I am further bombarded by a group sharing their retirement challenges, concerns, experiences or advice.
This is of more interest, and is something, I understand, that should be thought through.
One suggested hobby that bears serious consideration….is ‘gator wrestling’.
Yes…this is a thing. Often suggested by the long suffering wife I suspect.
Is this why Florida is popular for retirement? A big saving on gym fees.
Something to think about if my lovely man gets under my feet.