You get home from a hard day in retail (eight hours on your feet, and you never realised one could get so filthy just selling books) and the house is in a mess. It's a really cold night and there's something wrong with the heating and you're going to have to get the instruction book out, if you can find it. You are very hungry, but too tired to cook.
Dispiritedly, you wonder what's on the teeve. You find the liftout from The Advertiser and scan across the channels. And suddenly the world goes all pink.
Because Wire in the Blood is back.