It was a Sunday afternoon, and I had just settled into an old P G Wodehouse when the call came. I let my mobile ring thrice before I noticed the caller’s name flashing on the screen. He was a distant relative, a friendly soul who had nothing but affection for me. I took the call, and after a minute or so, had the same sinking feeling that I have had so many times in the past. Here was another person with an unsavoury tale to share, I thought.