For a while now, Niamh’s wanted to be a vet. This morning, she changed her mind a few times. First, she wanted to be a teacher. Then she wanted to be a vet again. Finally, she decided on her career. “No, no,” she said, “I don’t want to be a vet. I want to be the government.” Presumably when she initiates the military coup and becomes Arch-Generalissimo, I’ll get some sort of plum post in the new dictatorship. No idea what’ll happen to all of you proletarians; I should start buttering her up now if I were you. Niamh prevails.