These are my first days at school (not Andrew's because I wasn't there for his). 6 years old, and an a pep-talk from my mum before being taken to school by my big brother. 'Don't worry, Andrew will look after you' - sure, as soon as we were out of sight he sped up to put distance between him and irritating little sister. I remember half-running behind while he chatted to his friends, my last sight of him was his back. First day at school in Aberdeen was a little better, we caught the bus and big bro pointed out the street little bro and I would have to walk down once we got off the bus - sorry mate, missed the turning and ended up back home while you carried on to the big secondary school. I was still little sister scurrying behind when it came to University - headed to Edinburgh because that was where big bro was, but by the time I got there he had had so much fun in the big city with his friends he had failed half his exams and was back in Aberdeen setting up a disco and throwing huge parties every time my parents were away for the weekend. Fun times bro!