My very first lunch up to House was in Trant’s in 2008, when I sat at a table next to a boy called Adam. At first I was leading the conversation — as dons generally must with younger boys — and asking questions about their Ekker, their favourite subjects and what they were reading.

After about ten minutes, however, I noticed that the direction of our conversation had reversed. Adam, with a maturity beyond his tender years, took it upon himself to ask questions that might draw me out a little. ‘Have you lived in the UK before?’ he asked. ‘Do you think it will be very different teaching at Winchester?’ And there followed a series of gentle inquiries designed to put me at my ease and get me comfortably talking.