I have a strange relationship with work, I moan like fuck when there's too much of it and I moan like fuck when there's not enough, I also moan like fuck when it's somewhere in the middle, basically I moan like fuck quite a lot!
During lockdown 1 (the real one) I seen it as an opportunity to do many wonderful things, but for the first month I just got pished and kept thinking I'll start doing wonderful things tomorrow.
Eventually I got my head around getting paid to stay at home and spent my time in my small workshop making things, or restoring things and knowing that there wasn't a monetary value to it, the hourly rate didn't exist and it was great!
If I wanted to spend 30 hours restoring an old wood plane, or 4 hours getting the perfect edge on a vintage chisel I could and I liked that. That's how I see my retirement, doing the things I enjoy and not worrying about how long it takes. Thankfully my interests are fairly cheap, skiing in St Moritz or being on a beach in the Seychelles isn't for me, so the only challenge I have is lasting until retirement age, which is probably a long shot!!