I will always remember my dad picking me up from school and telling me I had a new baby brother. And I’ve loved him ever since that moment, even in our scraps. That was ok, but nobody else was allowed to upset us. There was always a joke the ‘Deane Mafia’.
In later years, the sitting with him on a Tuesday night, and putting the world to rights. I still think I’ll tell Mick this and that, then realise I can’t. Sleep easy my darling little Brother. Xxx
