So it's Good Friday, I'm slightly hungover, and I'm excited that it's my last day of work. I turn up on the doorstep at Skype, my place of work for the past six months, only to be greeted by a security guard telling me there is no power and I'm not allowed access. Apparently it's going to take a couple of hours to fix, and he suggests that I take a pew on the couches in front of reception. Bugger that, I thought. It is such a nice day, a rarity for London, and I'm about to leave the country for good. Without any further ado, I grabbed my stuff and set off to take advantage of the beautiful weather. London was eerily quiet. I work just up the road from Oxford Street and I'm used
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