We were up at dawn. I was so excited I was nearly sick, but I still managed to eat a bowl of porridge. This was our Christmas trip we were embarking on … to have Christmas with my grandparents and my uncle and aunt in Cardiff.
‘Come on, Glynis,’ my mother shouted. ‘What on earth are you doing?’
I came downstairs wearing my pink fairy dress which I insisted was the proper outfit for Christmas.
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