Seventy Seven years ago

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Seventy-seven years ago I Vest joined the British Royal  Navy. After twenty-four and a half years I retired on an indexed pension for the past Fifty two and a half years.. There were times when my investment was in doubt due to times of conflict. but if  I  were born again, I would never take the gamble but take a safe option. Other than that, Nothing is often a good thing to say, and always a clever thing to say. The saving of man is the holding of his tongue. and a little bit of luck.

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Elephant's Child said…
Nothing is very often the wisest (and the kindest) thing to say.
I hope life is treating you gently.
Monday 7 January 2019 at 16:31:00 GMT+11
Anonymous said…
So many people take the cash offered and run. You wisely did not.
Monday 7 January 2019 at 20:54:00 GMT+11
Vest said…
EC. I shall try to move and get back to blogging when the heat is off, cool yesterday hopefully today also. Thank you for your kind words.
Tuesday 8 January 2019 at 06:09:00 GMT+11
Vest said…
Andrew. oddly I have never been short of a Quid since I was a Nine-year-old when I acquired my first POSB, On leaving the RN my weekly pension was twice that of my weekly mortgage payment. plus a cheap babysitter when my wife had an office job at the supermarket five minutes walk away. I changed my workplace four times prior to coming to AUS on each occasion earning More. At the moment I am sitting on three retirement incomes and plus bank interest on deposits.
Tuesday 8 January 2019 at 07:06:00 GMT+11
Susan Flett Swiderski said…
A bit of a philosopher, are you? I agree with you that Nothing is often the wisest thing to say. Unfortunately, those who should remain silent are often the ones who are making the most noise.
Tuesday 8 January 2019 at 08:41:00 GMT+11
Vest said…
Susan Flett Swiderski. It is usually the bullying types who have the most to say but with less wisdom.
Saturday 12 January 2019 at 15:32:00 GMT+11
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