When I returned to the office this afternoon, and reported that I had collected my stuff and taken it all home, Chels commented a little later that I did not seem very happy about it. I thought about that for a moment, and analysed my feelings. I was pleased that I had at last recovered some of what I had lost but it was true, I was not as bouncy as I had been, for example, when I finally got my bike road legal. I said I was probably still feeling a little resentful that it had taken them so long.
On the way home, in the rain, I thought about it some more. I AM pleased. So why was my first thought this afternoon as I put my things into my secure room – "I have my stuff – I can go home now." Of course, I can’t just yet. I still need a passport. By the time that is sorted I will no doubt have moved on once more.