My paternal grandmother was a Gorbals born Scottish Presbyterian.

She scared the begorrah out of everyone…. but me.

Scottish Presbyterian = Born to suffer.

No alcohol. No dancing. No silly music. No fun. No outward show of emotion. No laugh until you cry. If you have a problem….shut up and get on with it. Born to suffer.

Complete control.

The word is DOUR

FEB Sub – Lee, you’ve just pulled an Ace of Swords :o)

 

 

Strange but true fact – days before my maternal grandmother died (age 96) she kept calling me Lillian.

Dad’s Mum’s name.

Shrug.