Sandy and I met in London when he accidentally knocked me over when enthusiastically he came running down the stairs of a bar. We talked for a while, I went back to my friends and then in typical Sandy style he came to find me to make sure I was OK while also asking for my phone number. In true Sandy style he phoned me the very next day at 9 am and offered to cook me dinner that evening — I didn't realise at this stage that was the one and only time Mr McNair cooked for me and that his culinary skill extended to only a couple of dishes.

What followed was a wonderful, wonderful number of years with the kindest man that I have ever met. We travelled a lot, visiting Australia, New Zealand, Thailand and many other places, although his favourite was Lapland as the climate reminded him of home in Scotland!

My memories of him are too many to articulate but here are some that I hold dear to me: dancing across the living room floor in a ridiculous manner together after a couple of glasses of wine; rescuing him in a swimming pool in Thailand because he couldn't swim; sending "I love you" text messages from random airports around the world; and when I went into labour with Ross, saying this was the only time I would let him drive the car fast when I was in it.

People say that time heals but whilst my emotions are incredibly raw at the moment I am comforted by so many memories of a man who gave me the honour of sharing his life with me.

Sandy, thank you from the bottom of my heart for choosing me. I wouldn't have changed a thing.

All my love,
Fleur