"Oh sweet Lord, what have I done?"

Paul has just realised that he is leaving us for pastures new. On Friday. As in real soon. 
No more dodgy jokes from WuggyBear.
No more impromptu burps from No-Chat-Pat. 
No more smell of ratatouille emanating from my desk at12.31pm on the dot. 
He's worked with the best. Now, he'll have to work with the rest. 

He'll be grand. He won't be far. And he has a shiny new head-and-shoulder photo for his work badge in the new place (not the extra, that one was just for us, for the craic).