Bleary-eyed girl

Considering how drunk I was last night, and how little sleep I've had, I feel remarkably well today. Vague, but upbeat. Last night's leaving do was much more in keeping with my general style. None of this sober at midnight business, oh no.

I spent my last afternoon at work dreading my leaving presentation - I had previously threatened to never leave work just so I could avoid such an ordeal. Mike's speech was lovely and I'm surprised it didn't set me off crying, but I held it together. I'm really glad he got to do it and that we worked together, even if only briefly. He's a lovely man and a fantastic boss. He also made sure he had a photo of us together, which was very sweet (and which I'll need a copy of to replace the one of us both looking the worse for wear at the Christmas do).

Lots of lovely people came out, with the more sensible ones leaving before I got too drunk and started grabbing people and squealing that I'd miss them. Although that does sound like the actions of a drunk woman, it's genuine and I would have done, with perhaps less gusto, without the wines and gins. I will miss the people from the TTA very much. Four years is a long time to spend in a job and you get very close to the people you see every day. I've made some good friends there. Hopefully I will manage to stay in touch with most people, but you know when you leave jobs that it's never 100%, which is a real shame.

Today seemed to be overwhelmed by travelling, mainly because I was weighed down with an over-packed case, two oversized handbags and and half a dozen magazines I half-inched from Smiths for my flight. I am as addicted to Kate Moss's spiralling drug habits as she [allegedly] is to crack.

Charlie has just treated me to an Indian as he couldn't make my leaving do on Saturday. The idea of being out to dinner with him amused me, so I suggested a meal instead of a trip to the snooker club. Also, there is a pool tournament held on Thursdays 'and there's no way I could handle snooker'. It was nice hearing about how phat his college is and how fit the birds are (the ones on his course are rank, but there's loads of fit ones in hairdressing and beauty). We worked out the average of how many girls he'd been with on his holiday to Crete (seven a day, but he took two days off, so 35 for the week). He's probably the most handsome dinner date I'll have for a while.