Cuddles from nurses:

                                         

I had occasion to visit my old department at the Hospital recently.

I have made a point of staying away from the Hospital since I left, and was surprised by how much I enjoyed seeing the staff again.
They had been my daytime family for four years, and together we had defended all that was good and right against the evil empire of Hospital Management.                                                 

When I retired I believed that never again would I have the undivided attention of lovely, fragrant young nurses who would listen to my advice and laugh at my crappy jokes, so I particularly enjoyed getting some cuddles from them again.

                                                                                  
My life has contracted, albeit in a pleasurable way, since I retired. 
The stimuli of my working life, even those these were mainly irritant, have gone, and are unmourned.

But every now and then, when there is some kind of medical item on the television news, I feel a bit restless, as if I've got a Ferrari in the garage with no rego. 

                                                                                

It is a paradox and a great pity that, after nearly 40 years in my job, when I was at the apogee of ability, knowledge and skill in my specialty, I was too buggered to keep putting it to good use.                                                                                                                                   

A bit like sex, really.                                                                                                                                  

Och, well.