What happens when you play with time and two besotted Angels are able to do a bunk from Heaven? Well as any sensible God would do, you create religion, let it run its course, have 'The Armageddon' and day of Judgement. That should tie it all up nicely and the universe will get back to your master plan. So far so good. But what if one the Angels decided it would be more fun to adopt the Anti-Christ, destroyer of worlds, and camouflage her and raise the child as his own? That should nicely tie up the last hiccup, but just suppose that she'd fallen in love with God's chosen reconstructor of heaven on earth, and now he was missing. Anna, size ten, gorgeous, single and very pretty, needed a man who was sensible, intelligent, handsome and a good husband, what she did not need was a dysfunctional family, the police being unhelpful, Basset hounds stealing her toast, hiding under her bed. Children with an Electra complex. Ghosts. Dead people and a pregnant dragon that asked stupid questions and sat absentmindedly on her head, messing her hair up. Trees that stayed upright mainly and non aggressive squirrels attacking her hair, almost unplanned pregnancy and a holiday cottage going to waste. The WI chucking handbags at her, but she did get a new mobile phone out of it. Her prospective husband having tea and medals with the King and not inviting her. And who was Alice and why were the mice so real, if slightly potty? Rawnsley needed some more batteries for his MP3 player. Aloysius needed another quiet pint of real Ale and people were annoying him. He had a headache. Emily needed something, fortunately it's a chocolate biscuit this time not the living souls of the entire human race...