The house is sold. Our worldly belongings are packed away into a container. I’ve finished my handover notes (a 29,000 word dissertation about what I’ve achieved in the past four years). I’ve handed in my security card, been given a gorgeous Tiffany necklace by my kind and lovely colleagues, and have left the firm.
And now I’m on the Heathrow Express, and when I get to Terminal One and track down Tristan, we will emigrate to New Zealand.
Flipping heck. See you all on the other side!