Leaving card for Rick. Could you all sign it please.

He's taken the office keys

 

I think he has @Silver s

 

Dear Rick.

When you walked in that first day clasping a picture of a poo coloured bus to your breast,while nervously looking around for somewhere to sit, I remember clearly pulling out the seat next to me and politely motioning for you to join me, using my clean hanky I dusted off your new seat and asked out of curiosity if you had bought a log cabin. Oh how I laugh when I recall your reply.

' F..off pal!' You sneered and began to weep. ' it's a champagne edition Westfalia, and it's not here yet. Whahhh'

I smiled knowingly and decided there and then to help you over your trauma, no matter how gross the colour, it was after all a Westfalia.

Over the years we have taken delivery, had a christening, slept together in our vans and shared many a lonely day in here just talking twaddle. A match made in heaven you may say.

There have been occasions where you have upset the bosses and I have soothed your brow. There have been knock backs in promotion opportunities and times when the office girls have complained about your body odour and spending so long on the toilets ( theirs),but together we have overcome all of your shortfalls and you have blossomed. Techenders has become yours, the sheer volume of work put in has gone unnoticed by all But me and the office cleaners. Your bus has overcome the stigma and we have taken her to our hearts. Yes you may have filled her with microwaves, TV's and all manner of unnecessary paraphernalia, but God we have been glad of your overloading on a wet Welsh morning.

In short, I for one will miss you and your bus. Mainly your bus. And will look at your now vacant seat pushed neatly under the table next to Woody's and wizards and think back fondly to the Times we have shared. The ups and downs, the Times you have stood behind me and supported me quietly with a gentle prod. You will be missed, not least for your crude jokes, your quaint habit of weeping whenever a land rover passes by the office window, but above all the smell of red diesel you kept in a oil soaked rag in your top drawer.Hopefully mate, you will soon be tdi ing it again and derving to the max in your new camper.

Do pop in and see me mate, Don't be a stranger, and whenever your passing feel free to do so.

Bye Rick. ( or should I use our nickname, Gayer)

Poppy. Xx

Ps. Pass my regards to Etta.