I’m taking you back to wartime Liverpool at the height of the Blitz, where street communities were close and everybody knew each other.
On one particular morning, a small dark complexioned stranger, never seen before, knocked on every door on the street warning the residents not to spend the coming evening and night at home. He was taken at his word by the whole street.
The next morning the residents returned to discover that the street had suffered a direct hit in the previous nights bombing raid. However, the stranger who had given the warning was never seen again. Was he an angel? My family believes he was – they lived on that street.