I swear to God that Frazer was a deeply entrenched Scottish Presbyterian.

Dour….rhymes with sewer.

I grew up with these Dour….rhymes with sewer…family members. My mother was afraid of NO-ONE. Except Lily. My paternal grandmother. Mum admitted that to me several times.

Me, myself & I am/are (?) more of an Epicurean.

Eat. Drink. And be Merry. For tomorrow we die.

I KNOW this to be true. In real life. My Mum was there one day. Gone the next.

You can be the healthiest, fittest, most sober, most select person in the whole world but get on a bike or in a car or on a plane or walk down the street and it’s……Oh. Pearly Gates, eh? Hi, St. Peter. WTF am I doing here?

Never go to bed on an argument with loved ones. NEVER disrespect/denigrate/deny/dispose of dearly loved ones.

Talking of FEY. I was living in Ulster with an 18 month old and newly pregnant when an urge came upon me to go home. I HAD to go home. No hindsight here. My Mum and I had been estranged for over a year with no contact but -still – this feeling was strong. I KNEW that it would be the last time that I’d see someone in the family. I thought it was Nan (Nana-Anne as my boys called her.)

So I went home for a week. Told my parents that they were going to have their second grandchild in 7 months.

6 weeks later my Mum died very suddenly.

Don’t be an egotistical/I’m always right/what the eff do you know? arse.

We are ALL Doomed :o)

P.S. Frazer was also an undertaker in the show!