Going, going...

A bit like the parrot in Monty Python, I am now ex-, although in my case ex-probation officer rather than expired.  Or at least that was the case at the time of writing.

Leaving a job after so many years - more than 30 in my case - is to break with a habit of almost an adult life-time.  But I've had time to think about what it might be like, and to adjust to the concept.      

As I said in my farewell speech, the thing I will miss most is colleagues rather than the work.  And if the friendships are true, then I will remain in contact.  I was grateful of a good send-off and moved by the significant sum of nearly £160, raised from a comparatively small office, towards the Mind mental health project that I wanted to support in lieu of a leaving present.  

Meanwhile the sun is shining, I have had a great few days cycling and gardening.   And tomorrow, when others return after the Easter weekend, I am biking to meet a  friend for coffee.  Which will be a true novelty on a Tuesday morning.