I will start my post as I always do at this time of year. September is my favourite month, but perhaps this year for more reasons than most. So much to cover and the fact that my previous post took so long to write up meant I have only just had a chance to sit down and take stock. Today was my last day at work and I left with a proud feeling. Three years, eight months and twenty-one days and a great deal of achieved. I remember my first day very well. (So can you by going to have a read, and even I found myself amazed at all the memories that come flooding back in particular the Ronan Keating featuring Yusif Islam version of Father & Son as my Dad dropped me off after a long lunch break). So, here I was leaving the office but not actually for the last time as I will be back for meetings and will keep in touch with many of my ex-colleagues. One even commented that he will keep track of my antics via this blog. While I am very sad to be leaving, I am actually looking forward to a fresh challenge and a new start. Roll on Monday?

My last day meant bringing in my Mum’s home made somasas that went down a treat but also a trip over to Slough to get Krispy Kremes from the doughnut factory underneath the Tesco Extra store. They were taken home by the Development Manager for his children, which I did not mind. Better them to be eaten than to be wasted. It was the end of the era in a sense as I doubt there will be anyone else that brings in such treats (or such strange combination) for their celebration. I would also like to add that I have a habit of leaving work on the day of the Big Brother final (not that I really watch the show or pay attention to what is happening). Back in 2000, when I left Shell Cressex to head up to Leicester for University, I was left doing the Friday nightshift (into Saturday morning) and was told by a customer that Craig had won! Coincidently the calendar eight years ago, is only out by ten days (e.g. worked 15th September, left for Leicester 18th). Fast forward eight years and I am leaving work on 5th September and starting my new job on 8th September). A little bit of history repeating itself perhaps? Just as I type this my friend Bhav on MSN had just told me Rachel won! Then I go and read a tweet from the London’s Diamond Geezer. September means a new registration, 58. I totally forgot about this until I was overtaken by a brand new bright orange S3 on the A414, into Harlow on Wednesday morning. I hadn’t notice the car in my mirrors and it came out of nowhere to take me on the nearside, on the dual carriageway as you get off the M11. Since then I have seen one other new car (which was in fact in the office car park, so I bet that does not count!). Not seen many new cars, may have something to do with declining sales.

Received a postcard yesterday from Daniel (of DieHardX fame). He had mentioned several weeks ago, when he invited me to his wedding that he wanted to send me some postcards. I wonder if there will be any more. I am not a big fan of Formula One. However, I would love the experience to go to a Grand Prix, particularly a night race over in Asia. However, I think I am going to have to give it a miss, if it was happening next year there would have been a slim chance in getting my act together to sort myself out however, with less than a month to go, it is just mission impossible. Although I feel I should have attended my home grand prix at least once before venturing abroad. It can get rather tedious watching cars go around a circuit but I would be more than happy to be a spectator. Although if I am honest, I much prefer the buzz of Le Mans 24 (if I ever get to go, that is another story!). I just wanted to thank Daniel for the post card and hope preparations for his wedding are going well. What are the plans for the weekend? Well quite a lot to pack in actually, I’m heading into town first thing to get my haircut. Then I have got to get back and when my sister is back, head over to Newbury for a few viewings. Then back home in the afternoon in time to listen to England start their World Cup Qualifying Campaign (I will be at Wembley when they kick off the qualifiers on home turf). Sunday will be another early start, down to the gym and then perhaps a bit of shopping on Sunday in preparation for the first day and the all important first week. It will be hard but I am also going to try and fit in the gym as well (even if it will drastically eat into my evening). I will try and put together a post for Sunday evening which can summarize my feelings much like that summer day over four years ago.