My last day at work fizzled out. Good. Josie called me into the fishtank to say goodbye to the team. They wished me good luck, and gave me a guidebook for Japan. I wished them all good luck too, what with the impending public sector cuts, and all. That didn't go down too badly, which is lucky - looking back now, I might have offended someone unintentionally.
I got through the afternoon, and went to the pub for a quiet few with Robbie, Rachel, Chas, and Steve. Only Chas from work came. The perils of inviting nobody, eh?
I felt euphoric as walked out of Heron House. Onwards! Upwards!