Well, it arrived at last - the final day. And it was good! Woke in the morning feeling good, got to work to find a couple of uplifting cards from staff and students in my pigeon hole, finished all my duties, handed in my laptop and keys, went to prizegiving, survived that, was dreading the farewells but in the end enjoyed them. My co-HOD had a few wines and delivered a fabulous speech and even I managed to say a few coherent words without crying although I was a bit too frank about my burn out and hope I didn't make people uncomfortable. The best thing was that the department sang me a waiata. Very precious.
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