The snoozing dead

Now I've handed my notice in, I've nothing more to do than sit and wait. Not quite literally, but there is a very small amount for me to do and the near-defunct email server is helping bring that down to even fewer tasks. Being at work is very much how I imagine being dead to be. Working at the TTA has become like serving an eternity in purgatory, except in purgatory there are better people.

At least I have my ducktour to look forward to. This evening I will be ferried around London town in a bright yellow road- and river-worthy vessel. If there are too many Americans aboard and I am unable to hold my tongue, Streatham may find itself added to the Axis of Evil...