There is another house you know. The house stands where it always stands on the headland, you might not always find it, especially Mondays, but it is always there.
The other house looks like the house and is often next to the house, but not always.
The other house likes to move about, how it does this I don’t know, you have probably seen pictures of it above the very ugly Parliament Building in brutal modern style in Big City, or perhaps next to the very dainty First Minister Palace in trinket style.
But don’t say that you have seen the other house flying about or flying somewhere. The other house can’t fly – it has no wings.