Oor Senga’s lassie was looking nice, though. I thought she’d maybe had trouble with her man, but she says she doesn’t have a man, so I don’t know where I got that from. She says she never had any weans but oor Senga was aye banging on about her grandkids so I don’t think she knew whit she was oan about there. She was visiting me, to tell me. Oh, to tell me something. It probably doesnae matter. The thing that matters is I had a visitor and nane of youse did. My daughter never visits me any more because she’s a worthless bitch. Oh she is. She just messed aboot. Oh, she did some singing, she lost that lovely husband – she had such a handsome man, so she did. Mind you, the handsome wans aren’t everything, that I know. What’s your man like, hen, is he handsome? I had two of them, two husbands, and the first wan was handsome but he couldn’t have been more useless. He left me with a bad bitch of a baby and when she got to grow tits she was a slut and a scab, and she brought shame on oor family name. And Alec, that was my second husband, he sent her oot and quite right too. If we’d no, the whole village would’ve rounded on us. They still wrote it on the hoose, SCAB HOOR, even though they apologized wance we’d got rid of her. And she would tell me in that café – we would meet in a café in Ayr every year for my birthday, because she couldnae come home, of course not. So I got the train into Ayr so Alec didnae know and she got the train in from Glasgow – Glasgow of all places. Whit was my lassie daein in a place like Glasgow. Have you been to Glasgow, hen? It’s noisy and it smells. Still, it was the men were her weakness, my girl. Always. Aye. Because she was that braw, don’t get me wrong. She took after her daddy. And I took efter mine, that’s how I’ve goat coal miner’s arms, eh no? Ha! It’s a joke, hen. It’s a joke.