I did not have an opportunity to speak privately with Peter until just as he was leaving, when he handed me one of the Burns song-sheets and (with a most earnest look) told me to read it before I went to bed.
The song was ‘My Love is Like a Red, Red Rose,’ but it was not until was up in my bedchamber that I saw he had written on the inside page: ‘My mother would be honoured if you visited her after church tomorrow.

Rose, we are here today. Tomorrow we don’t know where life will take us to. So, as long as we have today in our hands, let’s not slip it from our hands. Let’s live it!