Sense of humour. I may be inheriting from my Dad's side the ability to go one, unrelenting, no matter what weird arse crap life is throwing at me, and I'm doing it without moaning like they have. Oh, and I'm helpful. Up until it became problematic I was the guy who helped you move, pick up the new furniture, save you from drilling into the main fuse box while hanging a shelf.
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