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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 rather large ears. And the name stuck.

Uncle Jumbo was a man of boundless energy, up with the dawn chorus and keen to be of service in any way he could to his oldest brother who he revered and who tried to keep him out of mischief – which I discovered from Marco meant some notable scrapes when under the influence................


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