Last day Last day in the office, I am surrounded by boxes and a rather large bin. I have made sure that my football programmes that I rescued from my ex-wifes garage before she burnt them and have been in a box under my desk have been packed safely. Of course I couldn't resist reading one or two of them and John Fryer's 'Message to our Supporters' was tucked in an Aldershot v Halifax Town match programme from 1983 - very strange.

It will be sad leaving here, I have helped build a fantastic team of people and the last week or so has been a bit emotional. I can't possibly do any more leaving do's though. I went out again last night and the alcoholic intake is doing nothing for my weight loss.

Anyway next week we are at home, my last week in Chicago. We have a few things planned to do but the watchword is organised, but thankfully we have a shipping company that will come in and pack our stuff.

So back to my packing then, I'll start with my framed photograph on my office wall of The Valley from 1975. The tin of Heinz Spotted Dick, which someone brought back from London for me 4 years ago might have to go in the bin though!  ¶ 11:34