Lucky old Edith Piaf had none but, like Sinatra, I reckon when we reach our sixties we all have at least a few, regrets that is. Relax, my Irishness won’t allow me to use this time together to roll out the few I have – too few to mention? – even though it might be a lot less expensive than a therapist (something else being Irish sees as totally alien). What I really wanted to chew the fat about was the notion of regret when you retire and have to reinvent yourself once again. I say once again because in reality we do that a few times over a lifetime, from child to adult, to partner, to parent, but each of those reinventions are gradual over time and influenced by role models and society’s requirements. Post-retirement, or…