How is it that if you look away for a few minutes, several days hurtle past? I guess it was a short week anyway - following the Easter long weekend - but still… it feels like I’ve been out of the loop forever.
Last weekend we were invited to visit some wonderful friends, and spent the evening catching up with each other’s adventures. Following that we used the end of the long week to visit a National Trust property to wander around it’s gardens in the rain - making the best of it in stereotypically English fashion. Tonight we went out for a meal with co-workers to celebrate the retirement of somebody I’ve worked with for 25 years.
It only just occurred to me that I’ve worked with him for 25 years. How mad is that? Who works at the same place for a quarter of a century any more? I can still remember my first meeting with him - he interviewed me. Actually - that’s a lie - I went in for an “informal chat”, that turned into a more formal chat, that turned into a job offer.
I’ve no idea if I’ll ever see him again - the offer is there - to call in and visit if we’re ever nearby - but you kind of know in your heart that it’s “goodbye”. Not in a sad way - just a pragmatic “the world carries on” kind of way.
Anyway.
It’s getting late. I’ll try to unpack some more from my head over the weekend. There’s quite a bit to unpack. Trying to find words to neatly package thoughts isn’t always easy. It used to be. I need to find my way back to that.
As ever, perhaps running is the answer.