T-1 until a long weekend in Cornwall ...
T-15 work days left ...
T-23 days to Florida (give or take Swine Flu) ...
T-86 to the Darts in Blackpool (don’t even ask!) ...
T-134 to Australia again ...
T-360 days to the wedding ...



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Its time for a new chapter (it has been time for a while), and as such I am leaving my current employer in 4 weeks and moving on...

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You leave your backpack (with all your passports) on the train when you get off at Clapham Junction. Therefore the passports (not to mention camera equipment) travel all the way to Waterloo without you. Not only will you probably miss the flight, but also completely stuff up your visa appointment the next Wednesday.
Amazingly, I had a super helpful woman at Clapham (Claire), who was very efficient. She found out which platform at Waterloo my train ended up at, got the guard to find the bag, and I was able to then pick it up from Waterloo and rush back down to Gatwick to make the flight. When I was young this is the kind of thing I’d expect out of my parents (sorry!). I’ll be losing keys and sunglasses any day now.

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Yesterday (it is now Sunday and I’m still rolling around the flat), we went to what is officially (at the time of typing), the second best restaurant in the world. Heston Blumenthal’s Fat Duck in Bray (a posh name for being near Maidenhead). I had questioned whether this lunch was going to be worth the huge prices that are paid for the tasting menu and matched wine, and I must say that personally (and I was the only one of four with this opinion), that I did not enjoy the scrambled egg flavoured ice cream. Other than that, it was simply stunning. A nitro-poaching sense-smashing 5 hours of fun (yes 5 hours!). Rating? Im going with 4.5 out of 5 stars, something inside of me had to knock half a star off for the price, but everything else was amazing.

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