Up until Friday, I’d been working in the Waterstones (a bookshop) in Reading as a Christmas temp. Friday however was my last day. It wasn’t a particularly emotional occasion. I’d only been there six weeks. Nevertheless it was a bittersweet final evening. I hadn’t been round long enough to feel particularly attached to the place so I didn’t experience the kind of wistful melancholy that usually affects me in similar situations. This is a good thing, as over the next few months I will be saying goodbye to a lot of people and places. I will miss the place thou
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