My bovine friends

Well I am now free of Norwich Union forever and it feels sort of good. The victory, I'm afraid, felt rather hollow as when I walked into the office only a few people seemed to care that I was there. It was as if a giant fluorescent pink elephant had just cartwheeled in to the room but everyone was pretending not to notice it and going about their business. I felt like screaming 'I'm leaving now forever you f***ing morons and you'll never see me again' but I just bowed out quietly and didn't even need to be escorted off the premises kicking and screaming as I had hoped.

The thing about most NU staff is that they're like cattle; they graze together in herds, moo pleasantries at one another every now and then and exchange gossip about where the best cud is to be found, but when one of their number is lassooed and shot, they look up, acknowledge the event and then get on with their disinterested masticating (you'd be scared if you realised how this barely counts as metaphor as its almost true). So I am better off out of there as I am not a cow.

So that's a chapter of my life ended with very little fanfare and a curious sense of resigned sadness about the whole sorry affair.