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It was Ronwen's week off, and so she bundled all her sewing stuff into the car and repaired to her favourite place in the whole wide world, a small village in Dartmoor.
I stayed home with the boys, and one morning, while in the kitchen, I got to overhear this gem from the breakfast table:
"I had a really bad dream. Dad let us swear as much as we wanted and we lived on nothing but Dominos and McDonalds" (the youngest)
"What's bad about that that?" (the eldest, incredulously)
"It wasn't real."
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