Sad day, an intern leaves. One of the ways an MP runs a fast pace office is to employ an army of keen and enthusiastic helpers. It’s always easier when the universities are on holidays, but there are times during the year when we get stuck - we never seem to have enough staff.
The problem with employing interns, is that you get used to them; they become part of the team. When the three or six month term is up you are sorry to see them go. Today is one of those days as Rowan answers his last telephone call.
Helen his replacement is already in place. I suppose one day I will get used to such a fast change over of peripheral staff. They all bring, and take, something very different from the experience.
We have watched some grow and become more confident before our very eyes, and others decide upon their future careers mid term. They have all been excellent. We will never forget Jason, accompanying me to attend a joint meeting of chief police constables to take notes.
It was a day we had an important vote and I was delayed in the Chamber. Jason, from Boston USA, overheard the Chief Police Constables discussing, whilst they were waiting, various statistics, which Jason knew were wrong. He told them so. They incorrectly assumed he was some form of special adviser and entered into a full scale debate with him before I returned.
A young man has never been as glad before, or since, to see me walk into the room!
And then there was Jenny, Salma, Tom and of course Skye. But I will leave anecdotes about them for a future blog!
We all wish Rowan good luck in the future, and so now, over to Helen – does she know where the chocolate lives?