I've been thinking of memories of the times Gordon John and I had together when visiting grandparents in Banchory Avenue. At mealtimes there was always a bit of serious competition as to who got the shiniest spoon, at times there was a bit of skulduggery at work! Also the three of us knew about secret stashes of goodies and often were known to have a right rummage in the sideboard, checking out old teapots and the like. Anna often told the story of Gordon, as a toddler, all dressed up (in white) and ready to go out. Anna left him for a few minutes and came back to find him in the cupboard under the stairs, having a great time with the black shoe polish.