Put the chairs on the table and the slinky on the stairs

To all things an ending. This evening we held the wake for my old company. It didn't die completely even though most of its employees were made redundant back at the end of June, but instead it stumbled zombie-like onwards, with a small caretaker staff in place to keep it ticking along whilst a buyer was sought.

Tonight it all ended, as those few remaining employees finally headed for the hills, and we held a party in the now very empty office to celebrate/commiserate/bitch about the investors who left us in the lurch.

Spirits were high all things considered, and I left behind one final legacy.

This requires a small bit of backstory. The office was a converted townhouse in the middle of Mayfair. It's an old, listed, building, and in the middle of it is an ancient and impossibly sheer staircase. It's currently missing bannisters, and likely contravenes a number of health a safety regulations. Nevertheless, I gazed upon this staircase for the first time, and one thought immediately sprang to my mind, as I'm sure it sprang to the mind of many others before me: Slinky!

It's true. Never before have I seen a staircase so ideally suited for a sending a slinky spring tumbling down. And so I did. Many times.

Happy times.

So I may have moved on, but as I said, I left one small thing behind me. Sitting at the bottom of that absurdly steep staircase waits a single, solitary slinky spring.

May whoever takes over the office appreciate it as I did.