Memories

I met up tonight with an old old friend of my father's, a chap called Ian L. He was my dad's best mate when he was in his teens, and they were a right pair of scallywags by all accounts  - and my dad seemed to be the worst of them!

It was wonderful to hear him laugh out loud while recounting numerous stories of their exploits - skipping out from the Brethren meetings at New Year to go and watch Graham R play rugby for Scotland, tying neighbours doors together and watching mayhem ensue when they all tried to open their doors at once, commandeering the Headmaster's belt from a certain private school in Edinburgh (when he wasn't even a pupil there!).

I never knew my dad as he died in a helicopter crash when I was young, and so it was wonderful to hear all about him.

Good memories.