Friday. Last day at Lunndunn Tarn ….. as a aworker……. feels very odd. Couldn’t zizz on the train on the way up, too excited? Too frightened maybe? It’s a big step and there are doubts. Bound to be perhaps, but I shouldn’t be having them at this point surely.
Anyway it’s too late to do anything about it now. At midday it’ll be time to pop the old credit card over the bar at the Master Gunner, the pub next door to the Honourable Artillery HQ and host a farewell drinks thingy for my work muckers. I’ll be sorry to say cheerio to them but it’s a small world/industry so will bump into most of them regularly I expect.
OK then, it’s time. The next post will made by a ‘free’ man.