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Phone rang. Mum yelled up, “Gee, it’s for you…boyfriend.”

Honestly, I could kill her. I went and answered the phone and sat down on a stool. It was Dave the Laugh. He said, “Hello, Gorge. I had a great time last night. I’ve just about recovered from meeting your mates. What are you up to?”

As I was chatting to him Libby came humming into the hall. She wanted to get up on to my knee.

I said, “Libbs, I’m on the phone, go find Angus to play with.”

She gave me her frowniest look. “NO…UP!!! NOW!!! BAD, BAD BOY.” And she started spitting at me so I had to let her on my knee. Before I could stop her she was “talking” down the phone. “Hello, mister man. Grrrrrrr. Three bag pool, three bag pool.”

Oh God. I struggled to get the phone off her and then she shouted, “Georgie has got a THERY big SPOT! Hahahahahaha.”

I grabbed the phone back and put Libby on the floor. “Sorry about that, Dave, my little sister has…er…just learned to talk and, er she must have…er…”

Libby was singing, “Georgie’s got a THERY big spot, lalalalala, THERY, THERY big spot…ON HER BOT…ON HERBOTTY.”