We politicians were meeting in a large barn-like building debating Christmas decorations. I knew I had evidence to prove that the man sitting behind me was a master-criminal and couldn’t understand why no-one else was interested. He was peddling his confession in the form of a best-selling paperback. Meanwhile, my sister had moved upstairs and I admired her lovely new bookcases. When things needed tidying up, she simply pushed them through gaps in the ceiling.