Moment of Doubt

I was sitting there, as you do, looking out of the window at the grey world whizzing drably past with the sort of enthusiasm that only Croy can really generate, and I thought I could just withdraw my resignation, stay here in foreign, and just carry on as things are.

It was just... the amount of stuff that needs to be done, and the fact that it's pretty much me that needs to do it. The next few months are going to be phenomenally busy. There's paperwork to do, a whole bucketload of work to tell other people about here, a whole load of stuff to learn in New Job, somewhere to live to find, and a slew of flights to book. I'm going to become an airport jockey again, sitting in cramped departure lounges with my laptop and my Vuitton, and I'm going to be spending hours and hours alone. Again.

There's a huge amount to do. I know that. But Mr Twinky and I knew that when we made the decision. We did our agonising, and it was just a moment, just a single moment of doubt.

Besides, Mr Twinky tells me that I'm not allowed to change my mind now.