The terror of economy class take off was eased only by the ennui on the faces of the attendants and the fear in my little sister's hand. Some things never change. Belfast would not be the place for questions. Hadn't I heard the one about the English folk who had wandered into the wrong pub? Then what happened? Don't want to frighten you. Maybe we should just go straight to the crematorium Don't be silly, my back's better - let's look at the shops. Just don't talk about religion Ruthie - not today
