Special Guy

This wee man has been with me now for 24 years, sometimes on my desk, often on my bookcases. He was lovingly gifted to me on the first anniversary of my arrival in Dumbarton, from a cheeky individual who played clarinet in our music group. He has never had a name, but still I say good morning to him every day of my life. He reminds me that everyone sees you differently from how you see yourself!