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Chapter one, I mean two

It all started a couple of weeks ago when I saw a poster stuck to a lamp post on Mogden High Street. The poster said:

‘Look, Mum!’ I said, pointing at the poster. We were walking home from school, which is something I usually do with my best friends Bunky and Nancy, except this time my mum had dragged me into Mogden Town to do some boring old shopping instead.

She stopped pushing the buggy, which had my little brother, Desmond Loser the Second, strapped inside it, and peered at the poster.

‘Gladys Foo?’ chuckled my mum, carrying on walking. ‘That’s a funny old name isn’t it.’

I thought about reminding my mum that her surname was ‘Loser’, and how before she’d married my dad it’d been ‘Harumpadunk’. But I had more important things to be getting on with than that.

I opened my mouth and got ready to do some serious badgering.