For my birthday, Frances and David give me a framed picture of Biff shortly after he arrived from the rescue in the Dordogne into their safe hands.
It makes my heart melt, so vulnerable does he look. He has bald patches on his chest, his nose and above his eyes and looks frankly, ridiculous - far from the handsome little chap that he is now.
But there is something about the proud expression on his brave little face that suggests he knows he has landed on his feet and is destined for better things.
oh the poor little mite. His very good fortune was to find Frances and then you. I think these things are fated.