SORRY,

Mum. I’ve often thought your story about holding me as a babe in arms while a hurricane malleted Scotland was a shade improbable. Hurricanes are the stuff of the Caribbean and Houston, Texas, not Houston, Renfrewshire. As the 50th anniversary of killer Hurricane Low Q – they chose unpretentious names for storms back then – falls on Monday, your memory is flawless and I’m glad we came through that night to talk about it now.