In this day and age when we rarely work at the same thing for our whole working lives – if indeed, we have jobs at all – it’s refreshingly unusual when someone does. Someone normal, just like you or me.
Like my youngest half-sister. As some of you will recall, I have several half-sisters, but I didn’t know them when we grew up. This one, B, is very close to me in age, so I can sort of identify with what she did and when she did it.
Which is why I am right now trying to visualise myself still doing the job I trained for in 1976. It’s not even there now, so I couldn’t if I wanted to.
B started her job even earlier, at eighteen. And now she has retired after 44 years of driving underground trains in Stockholm. Imagine that; my sister, the train driver! It has a certain wow factor about it.
Today she officially moves into her new home. My address book has been suitably amended.
And it seems she got married on Saturday. It’s all go.