Well, I'm heading to the Middle East for work - it's official. They've now sent me my e-ticket and I fly out on 4th August.
The suburban job is now My Previous Place of Work. I finished up last Wednesday and am now between jobs. (small cheer!). I'm glad I'll be going back to the business of librarianship (as opposed to event management).
Still, MPPOW gave me a lovely sendoff and pressie and I'll miss the lot of them - as well as the "clients".
So now all I have to do is pack up the house (ha!) - move it into storage at the big blister's - and hopefully have some kind of holiday.
Luckily the neighbourhood throwout allowed me to get rid of a small portion of the junk I've accumulated - unfortunately the Council or the scavengers didn't take Billy the cat! (That threadbare carpet looks much better in the photo)
The whole exercise of packing up my house has meant that I have to examine every possession I have, and make a judgement as to whether it's worth packing away and storing for at least three years, or evicting it forever. It takes me back to those discussions of which way is better - "just in case" or "just in time" . I'm weeding my house - but not doing it very well.
By the way - does anyone want a cat?