The Donkey is presently enjoying his last night out, before changing tack next week, and going back to dragging barrels at night, and sleeping in his own bed at night.
Donkey will miss the occasional pint or two, waking up to a glorious sunrise, and the trill of “call us back in half an hour” phone calls with the pointy shoes.
Donkey won’t miss the potholed dust bowl parking, next door battery charging, midnight trailer swappers, ■■■■■■■■ in a plastic bag, or living of potnoodles.
) Good luck with the job change anyway.