The Day We Became Four

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Alice arrived at 1:30am St Andrews day.
No matter how long i've lived in Scotland being an Englishman and wearing a kilt still feels a bit odd, but I so clearly remember stomping through the long corridoors at Ninewells, Rosie and myself, kilted and booted on our way to collect Jacqui and Alice from the hospital later that night...felt so good.