However much Mrs J has thought about this day, imagined it and thought about how she might feel, living, as always, is different from imagining. It’s been a heady mix of pride and confidence in the decision, vertigo when finally standing at the brink of the unknown, sadness…. But sometimes also bizarrely unemotional.

Mrs J hasn’t cried a tear. She thought before today that she might well cry. But no. Maybe it’s not sunk in yet. Or maybe the protracted process of leaving corporate life over a period of 3 months (a bit more, even) has actually helped take the edge off. Mrs J does feel like she has been leaving for a loooong time. But still it was shocking to walk out the door today on the very last day.

Mrs J actually felt the most weird deleting her email files off her laptop and blackberry. Very weird. Testimony to the squareness of Mrs J!

Tonight Mr and Mrs J went to the village party (the fireworks of which are still going on as this is being written). Mrs J had some (more) wine. (She already had some for lunch with some of her good ex-colleagues.)

In between Mrs J watched the Tour de France Alpe d’Huez arrival. The tour this year can take your mind off just about anything! Yikes!

And then, when the day couldn’t get any weirder, the news came in that something dreadful had happened in Oslo. Of all places. Put some things in perspective.

Mrs J is a little woozy. But ok.  She’s sort of leaning on the milestone she just reached. She has no. idea. whatsoever. how this is going to turn out. She’s determined to find out though.

But maybe not tomorrow. Or the day after that. Or even next week.