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Published 2010
I will never forget her anguish the following day. She discovered that a mouse had climbed into the back of the oven via the gas pipe and had celebrated its own private Christmas Dinner, foraging its way all over the meaty bones. I can remember my own feelings of dismay when all the lovely leftovers were well and truly dumped in the dustbin. There was no turkey soup and sandwiches that year; no cold stuffing to go with the leftover bread sauce and cold roasties.