Rewind. Repeat. My paternal Grandmother was Lily. A Glaswegian MacDonald born and bred in the Gorbals, the slums.

She was a full on Scottish Presbyterian and the only person that my mother admitted, out loud, to being afraid of.

But Lily and I had a very special bond. I saw the twinkle in her eye as she held my hand.

Oh Lily, I don’t feel safe.

Kate is a born story teller!

I like Uriel. The warrior archangel with his/her sword of truth.