First of the lasts

I'm getting to a funny stage now where I'm starting to do things that i've done every day for ages for the last time.

I boarded the tube from London Bridge to Old Street for the last time today. It was an atypical instance of that journey. I had to wait for two trains to go off full before I could finally board. When I did I was stuck next to some stinky bugger who obviously has something against anti-perspirant. The tube is something I shall not miss that's for sure.

I also went to my local sandwich shop for the last time too. The lady serving me was rude as usual and there was no please and thank you or eye contact as usual.

For someone who suffers from nostaliga chronically it's funny how i'm not feeling sad at these 'first lasts'. Hopefully i'll feel something more pleasant over the coming weeks