I had an "Uncle" Billy (he wasn't blood family), my Grandads best friend from the war. I saw him every year, he'd come and stay for a few weeks, he eventually lived with us until he died
He was the most Scottish man I've ever met, accent, turn of phrase, porridge for breakfast every day
On his deathbed I learnt he was actually Polish, came after the war to join his sister who was a refugee in Glasgow
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