First Catch Your Hare

I had what I think was my leaving do tonight.  My boss kept saying it wasn't, although I'm not quite sure how he knows, seeing as he doesn't have access to my achingly full diary.

It was simple, and it was wonderful.  We met in the Royal Festival Hall and, like the perfect ingredients of a recipe, there was no need for fanfare.  It was simply good.  It tasted well.  These are people I will miss and whom I love.  These are people it pains me to leave.  It pains me.