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I felt ill one day, and couldn't get out of bed with out falling to the floor or covering the wall in chunks. She came upstairs to my room, in response to my rising groans, and took my temperature, and asked if I wanted anything. I replied with yet another groan. So she hurried downstairs and brought up a steaming mug of tea, a slab of warm buttered toast, a magazine and the dog for company. Despite not feeling any better she had lifted my spirits, and made me see the only possible light side to being ill. 

As a young girl of 4 or 5 I never wanted to go and use the bathroom before a long journey. This caused a lot of frustration for my parents and brother. So she solved this problem by racing me to the bathroom, and whoever got their first would be allowed a chocolate button. So of course I would bolt there on my young, supple legs, while she hobbled slowly, yet gracefully behind me, and I would win.