goodbye, farewell, auf wiedersehen, goodnight

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Beautiful Italian has left my place of work in order to pursue her dream of gaining a degree. We used to be a group of nine souls, in our own friendly little office. Then we were amalgamated with The Others and the frustration and stress this brought with it caused nine to become eight, eight to become seven, seven to become six and six to become five. With effect from last week, five has become four. The rest of the team has expanded onehundredfold, mainly with ditsy little girls who annoy the crap out of me. But our little gang of muppets, misfits and scallywags is diminishing. We joke that I will soon be the only one left. Last night was full of frivolous fun, p0rnstar martinis, food, mandarin mojitos, much laughter and lots of silliness. Starters for afters, arguments over whether the correct term is afters, desserts or pudding, and marvelling at the injustice of a restaurant blatantly employing ten year olds to wait at tables. We will miss the daily drama of the passionate Italian in the staff room, the YouTube channel worthy rants and gossip, and the love and affection which seeps from her pores. But all is not lost. There will be meet ups. Drinkie-poos. Facebook messaging. And - perhaps most importantly - she is not stressed anymore. She is happy. And she is already making enemies at university! Bless her.