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The Luckiest Devereaux

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When I was about eighteen dad ruined a perfectly good meal by announcing I’d be expected to do his eulogy. “You’re the oldest,” he’d argued when I protested strongly, instantly breaking into the sort of full body dampness lovers of not public speaking will recognise. As such I’ve been dreading the passing of my father more than most for 34 years.

Time To Rest

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My phone started buzzing Pulled from sleep, I fumbled to remove my sleep apnea mask and simultaneously reach for my phone, which went about…

Blubber Boy

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‘They’ve got seven of the little buggers’, my neighbour probably thought to herself as she complained about the day she’d just had. ‘They’ll understand.’ And we do! Not sure we actually helped though…

Makin’ Bacon

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My new bestie had only been halfway through the name of the festival and I’d already decided I was interested in wherever this conversation was going.

Rice or Wrong

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I readily agreed to Master14 practising his home economics dish thinking, incorrectly it turned out, it’d be nice to enjoy a stress free night of someone else cooking for the family.