–“Mum, the TV’s gone funny.” My daughter Sally was at the door. Her hair was long and yellow, in braids, and she had braces on her teeth.“The dogs need feeding, Honey,” I said, “those packets out in the garage by the Land Rover.”“OK.” Sally pulled white socks up thin brown legs. “I wish it would rain.”I smiled. “It doesn’t rain in the desert, Honey.”Sally fidgeted with her braids. “It’s not the desert.”“It’s as good as. Now, go and feed the dogs, there’s a good girl. Anyway, what’s up with the TV?”Sally walked towards the door. “It changed the channel by