Goodbye, old friend. You have been the home. You have been the home for us.*
But it's time to move to pastures/offices new. We'll miss your breeze block, astrotruf halls
Your many entrances
All the fun times
The bendy times
And the snowy times when we should have been working
We'll miss the special rooms that weren't meeting rooms
And all the boring corners
Good times, good times.
Best of luck with all your future occupants, Goldhawk Industrial Estate
May they appreciate you as much as we did (and be slightly less messy and more respectable of your car park).
*and apologies for using the music of J Blunt to sing you out in style