There we were in the garden, and suddenly a voice from across the fence – a man’s voice – said, “Come on hen. Get yer suitcase.” ‘Hen’ being a sort of Glasgow endearment. “Get yer suitcase and put it over the fence.” And that’s just what I did. And I walked through there… into their house. Mr. and Mrs. Lochhead. And I thanked them. “No,” they said, “it’s Aunty Jenny and Uncle Alec to you, dear.” And that’s when I started breaking down because… they saved my- I became a human being again you know? I started to enjoy life. Because they were wonderful