This is a superbly well-written and fantastically honest, humourous, gently self-deprecatory account of the life of a man who had the great good fortune to have a solidly loving and supportive family, and, as he admits, the great privilege of a sound, rather classy, education, which equipped him well to cope with both the many opportunities which came his way and those which he helped make for himself. A lovely man, yes, another Macleod, another best prime minister we never had. I'm just sorry to have finished this book.