Yes really - never let it be said I never get round to the Big Subjects...

I have a friend, let's call her Sparkle. Sparkle has also been through a couple of Hard Times, three kids, and a husband confined to a wheelchair for the past couple of years. Sparkle tells me she has found much solace in prayer. She can see it was absolutely predestined that I should move back from Glasgow to be with W at this time. It can't be just coincidence that W, Cherub and I should be reunited.

I have refrained from pointing out that in order for this happy reunion to take place, W should die, the Cherub lose his father, and I break up with the Dybbuk.
AND in order for W to die at home, it seems that both Nurse Linda and I need to be made redundant first.

Not wanting to rain on God's big plan or anything, but any fule can see a winning lottery ticket would have been easier all round...