My long-legged friend MH, who had recently taken to calling herself Zoë, announced to everyone that she had some news that would be of particular interest to me. She had successfully applied for the new admin role in my research group and would be my right hand person within the month.

I gave her a big congratulatory hug. However, I was rather concerned that (a) she was over-qualified for the job and (b) I would not have any suitable work to assign to her. On the other hand, she would enjoy meeting my handsome Canadian cousins, who were currently eating their way round town.