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I was on the phone on Friday to G., one of my oldest and closest friends; I don’t see enough of him – since close for me is four hundred miles away – and we rarely speak on the phone.
I had emailed him recently since I was after a mutual friend’s phone number, and I suggested that I visit him and his family in Bristol sometime soon, since I have have a lot of leisure time at the moment. G. and I had spent a week or so playing answerphone ping-pong.
He finally caught me on Princes St on Friday; I stood in the sunshine, looking at the castle, grasping a bag containing a new pair of Levi’s, talking to my mate in Bristol.
Turns out that it would be a really bad time to visit, since they are having their kitchen rebuilt (they were planning that when I was down in February); and, more importantly, because he has just handed his notice in.
This was quite a surprise. It turns out he had simply had enough: driven crazy by the irritations of corporate life, he chucked it in.
He is going to take a couple of months out (so January or February would be a much better time to visit; I might even persuade G. up north), maybe volunteer for a short while, before deciding what to do.
It sounds so eerily familiar.
There is a lot of it going around.
I had emailed him recently since I was after a mutual friend’s phone number, and I suggested that I visit him and his family in Bristol sometime soon, since I have have a lot of leisure time at the moment. G. and I had spent a week or so playing answerphone ping-pong.
He finally caught me on Princes St on Friday; I stood in the sunshine, looking at the castle, grasping a bag containing a new pair of Levi’s, talking to my mate in Bristol.
Turns out that it would be a really bad time to visit, since they are having their kitchen rebuilt (they were planning that when I was down in February); and, more importantly, because he has just handed his notice in.
This was quite a surprise. It turns out he had simply had enough: driven crazy by the irritations of corporate life, he chucked it in.
He is going to take a couple of months out (so January or February would be a much better time to visit; I might even persuade G. up north), maybe volunteer for a short while, before deciding what to do.
It sounds so eerily familiar.
There is a lot of it going around.
I was on the phone on Friday to G., one of my oldest and closest friends; I don’t see enough of him – since close for me is four hundred miles away – and we rarely speak on the phone.
I had emailed him recently since I was after a mutual friend’s phone number, and I suggested that I visit him and his family in Bristol sometime soon, since I have have a lot of leisure time at the moment. G. and I had spent a week or so playing answerphone ping-pong.
He finally caught me on Princes St on Friday; I stood in the sunshine, looking at the castle, grasping a bag containing a new pair of Levi’s, talking to my mate in Bristol.
Turns out that it would be a really bad time to visit, since they are having their kitchen rebuilt (they were planning that when I was down in February); and, more importantly, because he has just handed his notice in.
This was quite a surprise. It turns out he had simply had enough: driven crazy by the irritations of corporate life, he chucked it in.
He is going to take a couple of months out (so January or February would be a much better time to visit; I might even persuade G. up north), maybe volunteer for a short while, before deciding what to do.
It sounds so eerily familiar.
There is a lot of it going around.
I had emailed him recently since I was after a mutual friend’s phone number, and I suggested that I visit him and his family in Bristol sometime soon, since I have have a lot of leisure time at the moment. G. and I had spent a week or so playing answerphone ping-pong.
He finally caught me on Princes St on Friday; I stood in the sunshine, looking at the castle, grasping a bag containing a new pair of Levi’s, talking to my mate in Bristol.
Turns out that it would be a really bad time to visit, since they are having their kitchen rebuilt (they were planning that when I was down in February); and, more importantly, because he has just handed his notice in.
This was quite a surprise. It turns out he had simply had enough: driven crazy by the irritations of corporate life, he chucked it in.
He is going to take a couple of months out (so January or February would be a much better time to visit; I might even persuade G. up north), maybe volunteer for a short while, before deciding what to do.
It sounds so eerily familiar.
There is a lot of it going around.
