Tom was telling us at breakfast about how, in a science class, there was a description of a blubbery, hairy animal and someone shouted “That’s yer mum Tom”.

“Oh,” said Richy, “that’s not very nice”.

“It’s a yer mum joke”, said Rosie and Owen in unison, chuckling into their pancakes.

Richy and I sat there with blank faces.

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