Spammity spam, because my desk has been cleared apart from the computer. They're planning to disconnect the comms at midday. Wonder if I'll be allowed to go home early since there is no way I can help pack even any leftover files etc. Pez avoids heavy things or strenuous activities where possible, especially since my foot hurts today.
I wrote up the first part of TLR, "first part" as in up to where all the main characters get introduced. It's barely anywhere into the game but it's already very long, so I've decided to set up a comm for it to keep all the posts together, and not spam uninterested friends with post after post after post with the write-ups. It also means that anyone wanting to pimp the write-up can just link to the comm rather than my personal journal. Further announcements on that later. I think I won't be starting it until I have at least several more parts written and ready.
At lunch I'm going to go to Crumbs to say goodbye to the lovely couple who have sold me lunch for the last four years, who asked after me if I didn't visit for a while, didn't mind if I forgot my wallet, and always gave me more salad than could fit in the box and jacket potatoes filled beyond their maximum limit. That's the thing I love about this town; the people are always so kind and helpful. The office is moving to "greener pastures", so to speak, but all around the new place, which is within the London commuter belt, are big, chain shops that will likely not have this personal touch of friendliness.
So it's goodbye to the little town of charity shops, funeral directors, estate agents, family-run sandwich shops, single mothers, OAPs and the slow-motion ladies at Boots. I'll probably not miss it once I'm out of here, but on this last day, I'm very nostalgic.
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