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  • Just happened, about 7 minutes ago.
    I was in the kitchen finishing an order of jackernuts.
    I was making the original peanut flavour, ready to take to my interview for BBC South East Radio tomorrow morning.

    Mum and Stepdad come in the front door.
    I can feel they are stressed.
    "You know what time I do dinner, when will you be out the way of the kitchen" says Mum.
    "Just 2 minutes" I say, as I spoon jackernuts mixture in a tray.
    She sighs.
    "And can you turn that music off while I'm in the kitchen."

    Its Eva Cassidy singing Kathy's Song.
    It is switched off.
    Mum starts chopping onions. I can feel them sting at the back of my eyes.

    Stepdad plays music very loudly from the lounge.
    "And now he's in a mood too" snaps Mum.
    He comes into the kitchen and sarkily says, "I would have helped with dinner but I can see three's a crowd"
    "I'm leaving as we speak," as I slide the tray into the oven.
    "Or you could stay and actually help your mother for once."

    I have a ballet lesson at 8, I leave at 7:30. "I can't, I'm off out in a minute-"
    "Of course you are" he interrupts.
    "You can't have it both ways, I can't be in the way one minute and not helping the next", and I leave the kitchen.

    I go upstairs and drink cooling coffee from my Robbie Williams mug.
    22 minutes later the oven beeps and I rush downstairs.

    The backdoor is open and the sunshine and fresh air has whirled inside.
    "Alright love?" says my mummy, with warmth.
    and we all breathe again.
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