Sometimes my mum’s in a mardy and she says she doesn’t care about us — but she does really.

an ammonialike smell

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When I was a young soldier, and had not yet acquired the tobacco vice (which began with scrounging cigarettes at routemarch halts when everyone else lit up and I felt left out) I used to win cross-country races.