I am writing this by the light of a torch under the bedclothes, and I must of necessity be brief because the batteries are low. Mum got home after I’d gone to bed, with Mrs Ramsbotham in tow, so I turned the light off and pretended to be asleep. Oh blow. That’sal .
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