Now that I had secured a top job in television my friends were much more interested in hearing about my work. At a university reunion dinner GW was intrigued at how I had managed to leap from one career to another.

Although, on the whole, I enjoyed my media career, the dishonesty of my new colleagues appalled me. For example, towards the end of a long bus journey home from a conference in London (the trains were all broken) I noticed a couple of cracks across the screen of my iPad. When I checked that my apps would still work I spotted that the interface looked different. In addition, I’d somehow downloaded many new files. Only then did I realise that someone else at the conference must have taken a fancy to my iPad (in perfect condition) and swapped it for theirs while I was not paying attention.

It was only much later that I had to confess to Belle that my stolen iPad was littered with draft tales for Dreamaticus. It would now only be a matter of time before the thief would blow the cover of Rousse and Belle.