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After four years, my last day at the TTA, although now it is the TDA, has come. How things change with time.

I managed to get myself a small lie-in as I'm ill so officially entitled to a few days off, but wanted to make sure I saw everyone before I left. My four year reign has now come to an end. It's quite odd. Coming into work was like preparing for a nerve-wracking birthday. I'm excited, but it would be quite nice to forego the embarrassing leaving presentation (if that actually happens: if I don't get one, I will be a little bit gutted).

Sabrina and I went out to lunch, our last TTA lunch ever. Two last meals in two days. Hopefully it won't be too long before we're all having sushi together in a different hemisphere. I've been dishing out the items in my desk: Sabrina gets the pot plant and Scott a set of crockery. Now her hayfever will remind Sabrina of me, while Scott, rather fittingly, will remember me whenever he eats.

Everyone else will just have to remember the drunken mess I will undoubtedly get myself into tonight.

In other news, two British troops have sparked a tank-supported jail break after being arrested for killing an Iraqi policeman. It is hard to comprehend how John Reid can expect the indigenous peoples of Iraq to respect the rule of law when our forces are unable to.