01. When my sister got married my then 2 1/2-year-old daughter was one of the flower girls and I had the job of reading a poem, namely The Owl and the Pussycat. I'd learnt the poem by heart as a child but to be on the safe side wrote it out on a piece of paper before the ceremony in case I went blank and forgot just where a piggywig stood or
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