It was something young Patrick said that brought it home for me. Patrick was a transition year kid in the office on work experience a few weeks ago.
Nice lad, capable of eye contact, straightforward haircut, not the one they have now that looks like a low-flying cumulonimbus perched on top of their heads.
“What’s your team, Patrick?” went the standard introductory gambit ahead of a week making tea and fixing paper jams.
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