All good things come to an end.
Friday was the last day of the old company. Many friends and colleagues would end the day handing in their computers and phones before waking out of the office for the last time.
On Monday, those who are left will rejoin our parent company, get new coporate identities and e mail addresses.
As it will be is as it always was.
In which case it was a very quiet day, as I had pretty much caught up with outstanding work, so I could start fresh on Monday. This meant just sitting there and waiting for a call or mail to come in.
None did.
Jools has the first day of her three day weekend, so we didn't set the alarm, so laid in bed until just before six!
Then, lolling around, drinking coffee before she went to Jen's to do some yoga before going to Tesco on the way back for some hunter-gathering action and getting back just before 11.
I help her put the stuff away, we have the remainder of the bread I made for lunch, and that was it.
Outside, it was a glorious day, and we should have gone out, espeically since the weather was going to be very grim over the weekend, but instead we stayed in, listened to music and ate the last of the chocolate with one of the endless cups of coffee.
At three, I drove down to the physio to be pummelled as my right shoulder is crocked once again. He pushes and pulls in, stretches, rubs. £45 well spent.
But four, I was bored of being in the house, we due to go to Jen's after the music quiz at six, but I thought I could skip it, so we drove to Jen's in Whitfirled to play cards and have dinner.
She was in the middle of cooking a pasta dish with herbs and shrimp, served with garlic bread and cheesy potato skins. We talked as she cooked.
We ate at half six, ate our fill. And then some.
Then we played cards, just Meld. Jen went oon another long winning streak, winning both games, by which point it was nine, and we were all tired, although Jen would watch the evenings snooker, Jools and I drove back home, above us the full moon shone down like a reading lamp, illuminating our way with its cold, blue light.
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