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‘Call you when I get there!’ cried my

mum, reversing out of the driveway,

and we all waved. She’d thrown her

travel bag into the back seat of her

car, seeing as Great Aunt Mildred lived

about eight million miles away and

she’d have to stay until she was better,

which might be all week.

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