Good news. I’m going home to the UK next week. For good.
It’s quite strange. Last week I was working in the UK and had a chat with my department director about coming back; what I would be doing, etc. Nothing was really decided but I said I’d start the ball rolling at my end. I had envisaged weeks of pestering the relevant people to get it all sorted out. And then this afternoon my boss came and asked for a quickword. He told me I was being repatriated next week to continue working on the project in the UK.
I’m amazed. Delighted too but mainly amazed at the moment. A little suspicious too. There may be some politics behind this.
Now I have the logistical nightmare of moving all my stuff back. I’d planned doing it gradually: each visit home I’d take some more stuff until I was only left with a suitcase-full and the stuff I’ll have to send via a courier.
I was just about to save this when I was copied on an email from my italian boss to my UK boss. It seems a chance comment by me has been misunderstood and things have spiralled from there.