My sister stood up and introduced her publication to the guests seated at round tables in the conference room. After she waved the folio-sized book in the air, I did the same with my own latest output. My sister was clearly very annoyed, and everyone else rather surprised. I sat down again, sheepishly.

Afterwards an authoritative man in a suit called Paul approached me. He asked why my sister’s talents had not been directed to improving the standard of primary health care in the UK.