When I congratulated Captain C on his thirty years of service at the University, he introduced me to his brother Martin. Although I had known Captain C for decades, until this point I had no idea of the existence of this older sibling.

‘He’s here to sort out the bullying’, Captain C explained. I sympathised, keenly aware that Captain C would be an easy office target.

‘That’s terrible’, contributed KB from across the table. I looked up and glared at her. What a cheek! She’d witnessed my suffering for years, but never once intervened to support me.