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‘That’s not what I meant,’ said my dad,

passing me a plastic bag full of poo.

‘What DID you mean, then?’ I said,

except it came out as ‘Dot DID do deen,

den?’ because I’d stuffed two of my

spare fingers up my nostrils.

‘I can’t look after you and Desmond on

my own, Barry,’ said my dad. ‘I think

you might have to go to Pirate Camp

for the rest of half term . . .’

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