As I type this posting on the kitchen bench-the only remaining suitable surface-the last of my possessions are disappearing over the balcony rail into a container truck, whence they will enjoy a 12 month sabbatical from me.
In comes a UK email advising me that my dear friend and first boss-Howard-is planning to move from his 16th century cottage to something smaller and more managable in Goring. He wants to know when I will be arriving so that he can capitalise on my packing and moving skills.!!!***( unprintable response)
Reminds me of my arrival in Australia in the late 60s running away from out of control London Printing industry unions and Harold Wilson's brand of socialism. It wasn't easy to get a good professional HR job( Labour Officer was the name of the game in those days) and so I was amazed to finally get an offer because of my experience in dealing with printing unions-"coals to Newcastle?"
This will be the last posting from Richmond as I leave on Friday-See you in Stamford en route to St Petersburg.
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