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The downstairs toilet flushed and my dad wandered into the kitchen, drying his hands on his trousers. ‘What’s going on here?’ he said, going to kiss my mum’s cheek but missing, pecking her on her bauble earring instead.

My mum looked at him and raised her eyebrows. ‘Future Ratboy costume,’ she mouthed.