Mother With An Eye For A Bargain calls me from the supermarket.
'They've got your book.'
These calls are not unusual - since Damaged Goods was published she's spotted them with the trained eye she turned on me as a teenager with hickies.
'There are five on the shelf,' she says. 'So I'm happy with that.'
There's a but comming. I can smell it like a dog before a storm.
'But,' there you go, 'the pos…
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