My mother was speaking to my daughter, Zoe, the other evening. The conversation began like this, Mother: “I haven’t seen Lesley since she fell through the ceiling,” Needless to say, there were then hysterics on both ends of the line as the enormity and the humour of what she’d said, sank in. If you ever see a novel written by me beginning with those words, you will know to what it really relates. Yes, my eldest sister did actually fall right through the ceiling. Of course, one shouldn’t laugh, she is currently black and blue and in considerable pain but rather remarkably and thankfully, no bones were broken. I should…