Each day he would come to town to have a coffee at his old friends Taverna by the harbour. It was a long walk, but the exercise did him good and the company when he arrived was worth the effort. He and the taverna's owner had been friends for a long while and it was good to sit and reminisce about days gone past. Boredom was the enemy of retirement - the secret, or so he believed, was to stay active - both in the mind and the body. In his youth he had worked as a tour guide - not for tourists visiting Greece as one could be forgiven assuming, but rather for Greeks visiting Europe. He has fond memories of England during his work, and we spent a pleasant time comparing notes on Chester, Liverpool and Manchester. He asked about other places, and as we talked it occurred to me that it was ironic that this man had visited more places in my home country than I had. It had been a while, but his memory was good and his insight exceptional. As we got up to leave he reached down into his bag and produced a small bunch of bananas. He gave my wife two - and told her to savour them. These were the fruits of his current labours - grown on his own land not for profit but to help him stay active. He was retired, not dead.
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