The namesake son turns out to be the twat
womp womp
http://www.theguardian.com/lifeandst...-family-values
Poor Man
"I’m forever creating – I build butterfly meadows for my sons, I build orchards for my daughter. I build dry stonewalls. Create collages. I build avenues of trees so when I’m dead and gone my daughter can walk down that avenue with her children.'
I think you gave them too much meadows..