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  • I urgently needed to make a public phone call to my husband, on the 12th of April.

    I was at Southampton General Hospital for my son's medical check up.

    There was no queue at the lobby for the phone. There was a tired-looking grey phone, in a pitiful state of way. It smelled. I picked up the phone, then I gasped at what I saw.

    A short local phone call was from 60p.


    I normally make overseas calls via Skype, across continents, and with 60p, I could have a decent conversation with my mum for at least half an hour.

    Ben said 60p could buy you a pack of Haribo sweets.
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