A big brother is always a big brother, no matter how grown up or how old you are. I’m lucky to have two big brothers but Arthur (known as Art to everyone but me) is my oldest big brother. He’s always had my back and looked after me when I needed looking after. And, as this image shows, big brother is still watching, even as he appears a bit exasperated about events that had just transpired. I won’t say I was the cause of the exasperated look, but then again, as a little sister, it has always been my responsibility to annoy the hell out of my big brothers whenever I had the opportunity,