Almost everyone survived the plane crash – it was a miracle. We all had to stand up, wherever we were, when the lady mayor came past. Everytime I spoke about my ideas for community cohesion (“they hate us because we live in social housing”) the ‘creative’ journalist from The Wire was standing behind me taking notes. It seems I was on the campaign trail.

When we went to investigate the ghostly noise in the kitchen we discovered it was caused by a draft and a roller blind. In the dark kitchen window I could see the pale reflection of my spooked husband standing behind me – was it the journalist again?