“Ma faither wis cooler than me,” Iain allooed as I FaceTimed him in his hospital bed. “Wha’ dae ye mean? He wis mair stoic when he wis ill?” He shook his heid, “Do ye mine tha hedgehog yairn? Are ye sure? Well stop me if ye mine hauf way through. So, ma faither spoke to … Continue reading A Prickly Tale