Well, as from today I am officially unemployed, first time in 32 years so not bad at all. Of course this was entirely voluntary so no complaints.
How does it feel? No idea, far too busy deciding what to take, what to put into storage? should I clean some of the rooms instead? Should I do a bit of clothes packing? Or should I hope that the magic fairy may wave her wand and it will all be done for me?
No magic fairy on the horizon so I am, by the way, doing this all by myself today as Chris is, in his own words, 'broken'. Translated this means that he is suffering the after affects from alcohol. He had his works cheerio bash last night. Unusually he didn't seem to bad when he came to bed but perhaps the booze hadn't finished doing its magic. So he is in bed looking very pale so I have decided to leave him there to recover.
I said goodbye to many colleagues yesterday, I didn't feel morose as I have my night out with the ones who mean a lot to me on Saturday. I am looking forward to it but feeling that I might feel a lot sad at the end of the night.
Maybe I will be 'broken' on Sunday and Chris will have to do the chores all by himself.