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Caitlin Moran - 49 Things You Only Know If You're From A Big Family

This article from the magazine supplement in Saturday's The Times made me laugh.  And I mean REALLY laugh.  On a train.  With people around.  I'm not from a big family (I have one younger brother) so I can't imagine what effect it would have on readers who can relate.  I painstakingly scanned the article in for your reading pleasure.  Please read it so my efforts to scan this in (which were vast - trust me) aren't in vain.  Hats off to Caitlin Moran!



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  1. grams ramblings10 June 2015 at 06:30

    So many truths in this . As the mother of nine I identify in a slightly distanced way. So funny...

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