Instead of getting you a bouquet of seasonal flowers, a box of Italian chocolates or hand carving a stone tablet with a sonnet about the bond between mother and son, I thought I would give you something more useful.
A list of things you can do in retirement.
Because lets face it.
You have no fucking idea.
I'm not your son anymore. I'm your svengali, your guru, maybe even your sherpa.
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