
As you approach retirement, having spent the final years of your career dragging your aging bones into office to be bossed around by juveniles three decades younger than you, a letter will land on your doormat. The letter will contain a number, which may look rather large, and an offer which probably looks stunningly small.I’d say £250,000 was a lot of money. If I’d won that in the lottery I’d get a mention in the local paper. I’d be thinking of a new car, a holiday or three, a few pairs of handmade shoes, and a mixed case of really good single...