Smithy's leaving do. I briefly chatted awhile with old colleagues. Truth be told, in my new mercenary world, I fear that I am now seen as an outsider more tuned in to the other freelancers out there that I bump into. As my Dad said in his army days, "Got any griff"? (it meant what rumours were going round). Things move on I guess, and it was sad to hear of the others who are also leaving. Can't turn back the clock, said he, sagely.
I made an investment today as well, sage that I am, having put some money aside. Within an hour my investment was down 25 quid. A reasonable malt. As the markets are closed tomorrow, I expect to lose no more until Monday. Time for the dishes.