Being the practical one, it is always my little brother who manages to help me get out of a depressed funk, albiet often unwittingly as he tries to iron a T-shirt whilst singing what he very mistakenly considers a passably good imitation of Noor Jehan. It just goes to show that siblings, however different they may be from you, are in the end, one of the major but silent things that keep you going. My brother may be taller than me, posessor of the hairiest skinny legs on the planet, pathetically out of tune and very likely to poke someone's eye out while he's talking with his hands, but I love him just the same.

I just hope he never discovers what a blog is and where mine is or this uncharacteristically mushy moment could come back to haunt me.