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‘Sorry, Barry,’ said my dad, holding

Desmond’s bum up to his nostrils,

checking if he’d done another poo.

‘Maybe when your Great Aunt Mildred’s

nose shrinks back to normal and your

mum comes home we can have

another think.’

The tarmac rumbled and Bunky and

Nancy skidded their bikes to a stop

and jumped off, panting from cycling

all the way to Mogden Pier in less time

than it takes to say this sentence.

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