Be careful what you wish for.Retirement smacked me like a wriggling haddock trying to escape a fisherman's net, and suddenly I was invisible, cranky, and living with a husband who thought I was his personal Alexa. (Men can't find the scissors, let alone the g-spot.)He was happy pottering. I was drowning. And then it hit me-the problem wasn't him; it was me. Instead of going with the flow, I was fighting the tide. Life knows where it's taking you, even when you're clueless. And I realised the life raft had been there all along: laughter.So I wrote it all down-the chaos, the comedy, the truth of getting older, because it couldn't just be me who struggled with later life, could it? And if I can make just one person giggle and feel less alone, champion.If laughter really is the best medicine, this book might just be the tonic.