01h00: It’s so cold my ears sting. How did that happen? I turn my back for two weeks and winter arrives. The long walk from the station didn’t help, but I was back in Chelmsford way too late to retrieve the car before it was locked in for the night, and in fairness I wasn’t in a state for driving. Fell up the stairs leaving tonight’s party, then fell over the step of the place we were drinking, then fell on the stairs of the tube. Most undignified.
It’s strange being back at work knowing it’s the start of my last full week on the mag. I’m slowly clearing away my clutter, and with every day that passes my desk looks less like my own. So does my cupboard. By the last day it’ll be just me, meercat and the cat flap postcard on my window sill, and the next day: nothing.
My sneaky plan of making sure I was out of the office on my birthday, and several days on either side of the day itself failed – as it does every year – to ensure it was allowed to quietly slip by. Card and vouchers from the team at half five, which considering I’ll be leaving them in less than 10 days, was very generous.
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