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  • My husband came home with his best mate Waldo with a sack of peyote buds. Some were still rather green so they put them on top of our bungalow's flat roof to mature.

    We made a 'smoothie' with banana, papaya, lemon juice and some mature peyote and sat down to drink this extremely sour and potent mixture.

    The guys decided to go for a ride and left me tripping on my own whilst my children were sleeping.

    I became, uncharacteristically, very angry. I kicked the base of our patio door with frustration and a splintered hole appeared. I could not believe it. Did I now have superhuman strength?

    The next morning, whilst I was giving my daughters their breakfast, the guy who came to help us with our garden decided to sweep the roof as the trees had been shedding many leaves up there.

    When J and W went to inspect their peyote, there was nothing to be seen. they spent two hours scrabbling around in the bushes looking for the peyote they had harvested in the hot and grim desert.

    Our patio door was fixed very quickly with no questions asked.
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