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During the dark nights, I remember that my Father and I would sometimes sit very still and quiet on the step hidden by the hedgerow in the front garden waiting for moggies as we used to call them on their nightly prowl, and when one approached, we would suddenly either clap our hands or make a loud swishing type sound and it was so funny to see the moggy almost leap out of its skin, ‘meow’ and make a dash for its life. Well, we didn’t have television in those days so we made our own amusement!!!

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