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  • Do you remember the time that you blew your eyebrows off in Luxemburg.
    That was so funny. It was kind of scary as well but mostly it was Marx Brothers
    funny. We were camped up for the night on our way back to dreary Calais and
    the ferry home. You were heating a steak pie in the little calor gas oven of our
    3 berth.

    Where in god’s name did you get a steak pie in Luxemburg? Fray Bentos I guess.

    The oven hadn’t lit properly so you struck a match without thinking and it blew you
    backwards smashing you into the little family wardrobe and removing eyebrows,
    eyelashes, indeed all facial hair in the process. Mum panicked, no surprise; and you
    for once looked startled.

    I however burst immediately and completely into unsympathetic gails of laughter and
    you soon joined me. Mum was petrified and nearly had a fit but you announced we
    would still be having the pie and regally commenced relighting the oven.

    She was scared since she didn’t know what I did, that you were as indestructable as
    Hercules and that absolutely nothing could ever stop you.

    I was young, it was good to believe that. If only it had been true.
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