In The Departure Lounge (quite literally) - a few notes to those back home
Well, it appears that the jungle drums of Holby have been a banging, and my desired secret departure has not been as secret as I hoped. I’m sorry for just slipping away like I did, but I hate goodbyes and couldn’t face a whole series of them. It would have been far too hard. For those of you who are feeling cheated at the lack of goodbye drinks, I’ve left £200 behind the bar at the Hope & Anchor. Party hard, but safely, and don’t wind up in the ED with drunken war wounds. I’ve heard the staff hate that. For anyone who really wants to say goodbye, Jacob has suggested via WhatsApp that we could do something on Zoom, so, give me a few days to get my head together, and get over the jetlag and we’ll try and arrange a mutually convenient time across two continents and several time zones. So, yes, I’m off to America. Lots of reasons for that, some of which you can probably guess, but others cut a lot deeper and I’m holding them close to my chest. ...
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