(View from the eastbound platform at Greenford station)
As I expected, things to get done at work before the end of March are stacking up at a rate of knots. In between trying to do six assorted things at once and muttering a fair bit, I'm making a list of the work-connected things I don't think I'll miss:
Going out in pouring rain
Coming home in the dark in winter
Parting with the best part of £150 a month in fares (It's really good value, but...)
Having to grab lunch in a hurry, and eating uninspiring food much of the time
Deadlines, especially for work I didn't want to do in the first place
Meetings, especially those that are shoehorned in between others, take place over lunchtime but don't include refreshments, go on for more than an hour, or take place in spaces that are too hot/ cold/ noisy/ small
Projects I didn't want to be involved in last time, either
Increasingly not having time to do the parts of my job that I love best, and am best at
I may be wrong, of course - perhaps I'll miss them greatly, but I doubt it.
What I probably will miss, against all the odds, is the bit that most people shudder at - an hour on the tube each way every day. Keith went into work with me recently and said he didn't know how I did it at all, leave alone there and back day after day, but of course I started young and have got used to it, and I do it in a state of removed consciousness, so to speak. I get on at Greenford (in the open air) most mornings and sink myself in my paper or book to the extent that I never see the transition to underground tunnel at White City a handful of stops later. And yes, I normally come back to full consciousness at Bank or Liverpool Street so that I don't miss my stop. Believe it or not there are people who are on the tube when I get on and still on when I get off, so there are some who are even madder than I am...