Why can't people just get on with each other? Instead of all this point-scoring, these petty resentments and huffy silences. Brooding in a side-room. Prickling resentment in the corridor. You turn your back for a day and suddenly it all breaks apart. Everything's in pieces. Everyone hates everyone else. Floods of tears, self-righteous fury. Disciplinary procedures, grievance claims, constructive dismissal, industrial tribunal: the whole tangle of it, like rusty barbed wire in the undergrowth.

Something orange on the roof. The green dome of the church, something orange up there. A man. In orange overalls, climbing the dome. Two of them. Two men in orange. The green dome, the blue sky. What are they doing up there?

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