Eye of the storm

William Anderson

Towards the end of the nineties things in Anderson household could be classed as normal, we had a decent flat in a decent neighbourhood, and I was in full employment. With all three children married and out of the family home, the wife and I had the freedom to do what we wanted in terms of a decent social life.

Isabel my wife would meet her younger sister for regular bingo secessions in the afternoons, and on the two nights that I worked late I would meet them afterwards in the lounge bar of our local. ... (continues)