I was late getting up for breakfast this morning, although Dad never told me off because he wasn’t feeling very well. “Dad, why are you still wearing the same smelly clothes you went out in last night?” Dad seemed annoyed for some reason. “Could you keep the noise down Joe, I’ve got a bit of a headache this morning, there’s a good chap.” I think maybe Dad should go and see a doctor, because when Mrs Harris brought in some scrummy eggs and bacon, he vomitted loudly into the wastepaper basket.

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