My last day the Darlington PCT has come and gone. I am now a free man.

I officially finished on 31 March, but my last day at work was the 30th as I had a day’s leave to take. So, since last Monday I have been PCT-free. It’s taken this long to post about it because I’ve spent the last few days in shock. Ok, that’s not strictly true. I’ve spent the last few blissful days doing anything but think about the PCT.

It’s been weird to say the least. I still think I can’t believe it – yet at the same time it’s almost like the PCT never existed. Often when something comes to an end after so many years there’s a pang of regret of sadness when it’s thought about. I can report that has not been the case whatsoever. On the few occasions I have thought about the PCT I have felt nothing. Already it’s becoming a distant memory.

I suppose with my imminent departure for the wedding next week and the tasks I have set myself, I haven’t much time for thinking about the past – a past that bred nothing but contempt and regret.

Here’s to the future.