I've posted before about my mum's friend, Sam, who came to Scotland from Belize in 1942 in order to help the war effort by felling trees. He remained here after the war. My mum has known him since she was 16, in 1949. Well, last Thursday, Sam was 100 years old. He waited for his card from the Queen, then went off to the bookie, where he goes every
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