This little chap arrived
Growing up in that 'strange land where men wore skirts' North of Hadrian's Wall. (I'm going to get into trouble if he reads this so please don't tell)
Taking everything to pieces and attempting to put them together again, usually with one part left over.
The apple of his Mother's Eye. Which was evident by the look on her face when we visited after 30 years.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY SCOT FROM HIS SASSENACH.
I do keep asking him what it feels like to be 'pushing 80'. lol