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Ross O'Carroll-Kelly
At the end of the summer, just like the rest of you, I’m sick of the sight of my children
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I think I’m on the record as saying that being a parent is one of those things that I just happen to be very, very good at without having to put any actual effort into it. Even allowing for that, at the end of a long, hot summer, just like the rest of you, I’m absolutely sick of the sight of my children and I’m glad they’re now someone else’s problem until the end of October.
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