Good times, noodle salad.

Last day of work today. Hurrah? It seems strange to be leaving, especially leaving with nothing to go onto at the moment.

It did make me think though of what I have now decided was my best job ever. I only did it for three days so this might not be an entirely objective view but still... it was working in the post room of a large office. All I did all day was sort and deliver post, both internal and external. I got to go walking round the office with a trolley, and the best thing about it was that you knew exactly what you had to do, and exactly when you had to do it.

Good times, there was no noodle salad, that's a line from a film.