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1953 in My Father’s House IV Feeling My Way

I decided to give up Enid Blyton. The adventures of The Famous Five, The Secret Seven, Mallory Towers and St Clare’s had been enthralling reads out in Cape Town on my old mattress on the stoep. But no

Next Instalment of my Memoir - Doors Opening and Closing

Breakfast arrangements in my father’s house were a surprising affair. The first person to arrive was his youngest brother, my uncle Jumbo, so called in his childhood because he had been small with rat

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