. 14 ‘Let’s go out for half an hour!’ insisted Tam. ‘Twice round the park! I could do with some fresh air!’ ‘But I’ve been in the fresh air all day!’ I wailed. It was no use. Tam switched off the music, grabbed me by the arm and practically frogmarched me downstairs. We peered into the sitting room. Mum and Dad were watching the news. ‘We’re going for a walk – two circuits of the park!’ announced Tam. Mum looked up with a delighted smile. I knew what she was thinking. Isn’t it great that our beloved and distinguished older daughter, Tamsin, is such a good role model for that younger one – I forget her name – the one with the massive zit on her chin? ‘Dinner’s at seven thirty!’ she called. ‘Dad’s made aubergine parmigiana from Jamie Oliver’s Italian book!’ Once we’d got out into the road, Tam’s grip on my arm eased slightly and I was able to enjoy that underrated luxury: blood circulating freely to my fingertips.
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