I was sitting here at midday waiting patiently for the Muse to strike - and strike she did in the form of four children at the door. “We’re starting a newspaper and do you know any stories about the area we could use?” asked the oldest. Each kid had a pad and pencil in-hand - as proper journalists do - and each began scribbling when I told them my story. Here it is.
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