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When i was a child if ever my aunts or uncles gave me any money for birthdays or christmas my dad always said put it in the piggy bank in the corner, I was 12 before i realised the piggy bank was the gas meter.
Your dad was a very shrew man formula t. My piggy bank was at my aunts over the road. She had no children but spoiled me rotton and stuck up for me when I was naughty [a little horror]. The only time she spilled the beans was when she caught me digging up my dead pet mouse and peaked into his toffee tin coffin. I think his final resting place was the dustbin. Jean.
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