Raising the Retirement Age? I Don't Think So!

Apologies for the long absence; my life had been intruding.

I consider myself to be pretty fit for someone in his mid-fifties. I hit the gym at less five times a week, can climb a number of stairs without feeling winded and am in generally good health.

Yesterday, Mércia and I had to move our old sofabed out of our second floor apartment, wedge it into the elevator, and bring it out to the curb, all while wrapped in plastic. We then had to bring in our new sofabed.

I was completely exhausted for a couple of hours. So the next time some right-wing economist/politician/think-tank "expert" -  who never has to lift anything heavier than a laptop or their own luggage on a regular basis - says that the retirement age should be raised to seventy to ease the social security "crisis", they should be forced to work as a stevedore, construction worker, gardener and/or furniture mover. They should be made to do so wearing impediments to give them the sensation that they are in their mid-sixties.

Then they should shut the hell up.