Aubrey is my neighbour and age has, more or less, forced him into retirement. In the warmer months he can be found nearly every morning on his back deck, lounging with his dogs, a cup of coffee and a cigarette.
When I am fetching my bicycle from the shed in the back garden, he will ask:
“Off to work”?
“Yes” I reply.
“Must be nice” He tells me.
The grass is always greener.