A Very Considerate Godfather.

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I have a photograph taken on holiday in the Bahamas, sitting around a rather fun pineapple shaped swimming pool, and I am balancing small plastic animals all over the shoulders of my godfather. In my little mind it went on for what seemed to be hours, and he just sat there, patiently letting me do it.

I have another much more mortifying memory. Another holiday, same Bahamian island. My godfather took me sailing, in a teeny tiny catfish boat. But the rudder broke, and he had to get out and pull us to shore and I sat there, utterly frozen, as he walked boldly across sea urchins and coral to get us safely back. I didn’t know whether to get out and help or whether I would make things worse. So I sat there totally terrified.