A: To sit on her 21 eggs! True story! We’ve just spent two weeks chicken-sitting for our neighbours. After quite a few previous stints of collecting the eggs and shutting the three dears up at night, we were starting to feel like pros. That was until Dark Chocolate (our name for the biggest one) didn’t […]
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One of my first memories of being on a big stage was of sharing a piano stool with my big sister at the Burton Music Festival, messing up our duet and calling down to the adjudicator, “Can we start again please?”. It was my fault – much to the annoyance of my sister, I hadn’t
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