"You’ll have to leave that now Bob and get ready for your last week of work". Reluctantly pushing my autobiography to one side, I jumped into the shower. "Not bad for a 60 year old eh Janet?". "You’re not 60 until Sunday" my wife of 40 years said, playfully slapping my behind. My autobiography will have to wait until next week; I’ll have plenty of time then. Why do they insist on teachers retiring at 60? I have another 10 years work in me.
I left the house at 7.45am, always punctual. If only I had been 5 minutes late I could have avoided the car careering round the corner. I could have saved my family the sorrow and grief. They travelled from all around the country to attend my funeral instead of my party.
I taught the boy who was texting when he crashed into me. He suffered bruises.