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The farewell dinner

Right. So I just got back from my farewell dinner. Still have a few days of work to go before I leave, but one has to plan an event of this kind at some point, innit.
Rosemary came to pick me up and we drove up to the Radford [I had actually passed this at some point, on the bus to Lichfield]. Soon everybody arrived, well on time. *applauds
We had a cavalry [or however you write that]. Meaning you paid about 3.50 and then got three kinds of meat and as much veggies and gravy as you wanted. We all just loaded one plate terribly full and after that everybody stuffed their faces and we were all quite content. I came across all this weird British stuff.
Yorkshire pudding isn't pudding at all, fancy that. Stuffing balls? Chopped swede?
It tasted very nice, though, apart from the swede.
After that I got some dessert which was very tasty as well.
Then came time for the pressies. The first thing I got was a photoalbum with pictures of all the colleagues in it - obviousely I started crying, it was so sweet. Geoff had been running around with a camera under some false pretense, I fell for it all. Also some things that I had put in the back to buy had disappeared but I just thought ah well, whatever, they probably put all that out, back onto the shop floor or whatever. It was all wrapped up and in a great big bag reading: just for you. I also got a great big card saying I'd be missed and everybody had written their names on it. I was dead emotional, but it was so nice!
SPEECH! *Boohoo* I'm in no state to give a speech!
Anyway it was really lovely and I have got a couple of places extra where I can crash, might I find myself back in Stafford.

All the Chinese stuff left in the kitchen is going to Karen, a Chinese colleague. I just cleaned all the bottles as well as possible and put them in a box to give to her Thursday.

I probably should go to sleep now. I have more to write but I'm dead tired. Perhaps tomorrow morning.
Last night my upstairs neighbours were being an absolute pain in the bum. Homping and stoping and talking too loudly and turning the tap on and off all the time. They were being noisy way past midnight. On a blummin' Sunday, come on. I was ready to start throwing things at the ceiling, but that would have meant getting up so I didn't. I don't know what the situation now is as I'm wearing headphones.

Anyway. I'm getting carried away again. Sleep well, my lovelies.

Posted by miekj 14:35 Archived in United Kingdom

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