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Spent most of the day with my Mum. We went to Roseville to see Nowhere Boy, and then returned home for toast and tea and stories of her youth. Mum grew up in what was then rough-and-tumble Maroubra. The local boys would attempt to paddle makeshift boats of corrugated iron, road tar and wood to Wedding Cake Island (and end up having to swim for their lives), fights with neighborhood gangs were common, and the local kids would bully the son of Mr B - their much hated headmaster - who lived across the road from Mum’s family. The stories were the source of this gem: “I joined Guides and Mrs B was one of the leaders. I always knew it was because of her that I was never promoted to 2nd-in-command of the Bluebird brigade.” Mum’s all-too-serious deadpan delivery of this line made me laugh out loud. Love my Mum.