Reflections on my new life

I'd thought I'd retire at 50, especially as we were beginning a new adventure and moving to the North West of Victoria. My husband of 2 years had been looking for a job in the rural sector. He had nearly finished his communications mature age studies and had been a 'blockie' in the Riverland for 15 years in his first marriage, so the job seemed tailor made for him.

I'd taught for 30 years in Adelaide and country SA and was ready to become a housewife and possibly a lady who lunched. I quickly learnt that my husband was a workaholic and I had too much time on my hands and not being a domestic goddess could not easily channel it into housework. Not having children meant that I didn't…