"Jessica Evangeline Richmond; it sounds posh, doesn't it? I can still see the match and cigarette boxes she'd collected come tumbling out onto the kitchen table on a Sunday.
I can still feel the strong grip of her hand on mine as we crossed the road to the bus-stop.
She'd always get chatting to someone; on the bus, in a cafe, on the street.
She loved astrology. And God. And knew when someone was thinking of her when their name or house number appeared on the television.
I would beg her to tell my fortune with the playing cards. The nine of hearts was the best in the pack and if you picked it, she'd say, "You've nothing to worry about," as if it would protect me from all harm.
She always introduced me as 'My little grand-daughter'. To me, she was just 'Granny'."