I have in my hands a piece of paper.

I have in my hands a piece of paper.

Strictly speaking I had in my hands a piece of paper…then I signed it and handed it in.  It was a very nice piece of paper with lots of exciting words on it, the sort of words that inspire envy in some and longing in most.  The very nice piece of paper included the very nice words – early retirement and pension, not to mention lots of other nice words such as compensatory.

For 24 hours the sky cried huge blobby tears at my forthcoming departure as did my heartbroken colleagues…at least that’s what I think they were doing behind cupped hands.  The mass hysteria surrounding my imminent departure was most touching.  I had been expecting the Cromwellian outburst last used against the ailing Neville Chamberlain…

 “You have sat here too long for any good you are doing. Depart, I say, and let us have done with you. In the name of God, go!”

…which, quite frankly, I thought more in keeping with the nature of such events.

The early departure, although in the planning since the…ahem…1980’s, has happened almost overnight.  I went from “doubtful” to “bye-bye” in a matter of a couple of days!

Now, at last, the blog can settle down to some regular input on my part.  I’ve no doubt some of you have noticed the absence of regular posts over the past months and my general absence from other blogs.  This has been in part down to the “am I going? – am I not?” situation which has gone on for a l-o-n-g  20+ months now…a long time to sit on the edge of uncertainty.

Knowing how despondent my workmates are with my leaving tomorrow, I thought I’d provide them with a little anthem that they could sing every time they thought of me.

Come on lads…press the play button below, turn up the volume and sing it like you mean it!