Yesterday was my last day at work before heading off on the big trip. I'm trying to avoid cliches but will to have to go all out for this one: it hasn't sunk in that I won't be going in to work and seeing all of my friends and colleagues next week or for the next year. I just can't get my head around it...Still, it was a wonderful last day and I wouldn't have wanted it to be any different (we missed you, Matt, that's the only thing I would have changed with a wave with my magic wand!) - thank you so much everyone for sharing all or parts of the last 4 and a half years with me, it's been excellent.
And, guess what? I didn't cry! Admittedly, there was welling up but no actual tears fell from my eyes. Not then maybe, but they might in a minute! All you boys and ladies with the sweepstake (you know who you are), does that mean I get to keep the pot or was did someone draw 11am the following morning??
On a sober note, I was pacing my drinking and for once it worked - I am a very relieved and happy lady this morning. It looks like the theory that Lisa and I developed of sticking to sugary drinks rather than acidic ones keep the hangover at bay. Seriously folks, try it next Friday in the Buckingham. The huge fish finger sandwich probably didn't do any harm either...Finally, Sands and Theo, can you send me a photo of the general merriment to add to this post when you get a second? (Thanks T!)
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