Ready at the starting blocks, they were homemade, don't you know? Ready for the off and give it a go. Pistol fired with a smell of gunpowder, the first mad dash with heart beating louder. Over each hurdle with precision care, seemingly gliding and floating on air. Clearly in front and the finish line ahead, breaking all records it must be said. On to cricket and everything roses, though fives and rugby just gave broken noses. Family growing and a change of scene, move to the country for everything green. Devoted to his children and loving spouse, and of course, his other love, his new greenhouse. Ready for life's hurdles, though never too high, 'guess up to the end just that kind of guy.