His beard is fuzzy and grey, like a cats whiskers .<\/p>\n
His trousers are covered in dust from all his hard work .<\/p>\n
His breath smells like Whyte and Mackay Whisky .<\/p>\n
His voice is deep but quiet .<\/p>\n
His glasses are small and square like a pair of small windows .<\/p>\n
His home is mine an old country farm , the best place in the world , with the most beautiful glens ever seen, Glengoulandie .<\/p>\n
He is my Grandad Sandy and he is the best .<\/p>\n
By Fraser McAdam.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
His beard is fuzzy and grey, like a cats whiskers . His trousers are covered in dust from all his hard work . His breath smells like Whyte and Mackay Whisky . His voice is deep but quiet . His glasses are small and square like a pair of small windows . His home is … <\/p>\n