IN this week of remembrance, I keep hearing the phrase 'They shall not grow old, as we that are left grow old' and I think how true that saying is.

For our loved ones who die young, stay forever young in our memories.

My son Adam died young and when I think of him I don't conjure up a picture as he would be now if he had lived, but I see him as he was then — a tall, happy and always a pleasant, loving son.

When I was little my grandmother lived with us, and she had lost a son, in the First World War.

He, like many others, had joined up under age, inspired by a feeling of fierce patriotism.

My father did the same thing and was wounded four times before he was 19.

Then when the Second World War broke out and my brother Tom joined up at 16, by lying about his age, my dad went absolutely bonkers: saying 'You fool, you have no idea what hell you have let yourself in for’.

Thankfully, even though Tom fought as a Royal Marine Commando, with that special troop who were in the battle for those Islands off the coast of France, I'm very glad to say he came home when the war was over, unharmed.

Haven’t the Commonwealth Games been great? I have been so proud watching them from Bonnie Scotland and that England topped the medal table, was the icing on the cake But I do feel a strong connection with Glasgow as my mother was born there; so of course I have visited often and I have always had a wonderful time.

And it's not true that the Scots are a bit tight with their money because I actually got bought a drink in one of the bars on Sacchiehall Street — I do hope I've spelt that right.

The thought of Scotland thinking of leaving the United Kingdom fills me with sadness, as this week has shown us that we, the United Kingdom, is a force to be reckoned with and that united, we are still world beaters.