The tropical fish

We had some very good family friends who we visited quite often at their home in Yorkshire – they had children of roughly the same age as my elder brother and me, so it worked out well for playing together.

I was particularly pally with Yvonne, who was the same age as me (eight at the time of this story), so we had probably the most to do with each other – our friends’ two boys were quite a bit younger, and my brother was three years my senior.

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