...Tuesday is far worse than Monday! As me and the colleague who’s leaving (yeah the one whose shit is headed my way) are up in Edinburgh for the rest of the week (car pickup 6.30 sharp - well as sharp as it can be when they keep sending drivers who haven’t been before and can’t find where I live) we had a farewell gathering this afternoon. Thankfully all the gifts that I’d suggested, and the person responsible for the collection had actually bought, went down very well. I’m not sure about him having a lump in his throat, I seemed to have one in mine, and I found it quite embarrassing when I was the only person he thanked by name as I’ve had to (in his words) put up with his moaning for the past three years as we worked on projects together. He also said I’d been an inspiaration to him and others after losing (most of) my excess weight and encouraging others to become a little healthier (no I’m not a born again, evangelising fattist). So I have to put up with him for the last three days, and then we part company on Friday evening. I think my life will seem a little emptier without him around. I’m one of those who doesn’t really like change, one of the reasons that most of my jobs have been several years in duration - I can’t seem to see the attraction of flitting from place to place. Still toying with the idea of going to Shell this weekend, though I won’t get home until 8.30 on Friday. No idea whether anyone from here is actually going (it was one of the dates pencilled in earlier in the year) but even if there’s no-one there it won’t matter. I’ll see how I feel on Saturday morning and maybe pop over quite early. Have to be back on Sunday as I’m away again first thing Monday - no rest for the wicked.