On Monday, having already been in once since his last last day at work, he turned up as usual and spent a long, long time handing over The Keys to the Empire, or at least the paperwork in his desk, to Julia.
On Tuesday he told us all, individually and severally, that it was his last day and that we must do lunch and all the usual. At end of play he said to me:
"I'll miss working with you. I know we've had our rows but at least you make me think. It's funny what you find you'll miss. This is my last day you know."
"You've said that before. I won't believe a word until I see it."
"No, it really is. I've had as much satisfaction as I'm going to get out of annoying Julia. It's served her right, too."
I expect so. It's been a textbook Julia performance: every time T.Aldous came in, she'd stomp out of her office and fume and ask why nobody was doing anything about it (erm... because you're in charge, Julia?) and then she'd stalk away to go and kick an underling or do something to undermine Doreen.
"Ah well," says T.Aldous. "If I were you I'd get out of here before it gets as bad is it's going to."
Like the man said: sometimes the next thing you've got to a friend is an enemy who understands you.