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<blockquote data-quote="James from London" data-source="post: 120400" data-attributes="member: 22"><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Archie Mitchell speaking about Ronnie in 2008: It might have been fifteen odd years [since I’ve seen her].</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Archie in 2008: It’s been fifteen years since we’ve had a proper father/daughter conversation. You never learnt to trust.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Ronnie: And I wonder why?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Archie on his relationship with Ronnie: I stayed away because I thought it would help, but it didn’t.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Ronnie: I told you what we were doing in my letters, the ones I sent to the post office box in Australia. You sent me the details on the back of a postcard a few years back.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Glenda Mitchell: I’ve never been to Australia and I never sent any cards.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Ronnie: Then how come we ...? Dad!</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Glenda: Australia - trust him to pick the furthest place he could!</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Glenda: After your father drove me away I spent years drifting from one relationship to another, living off the kindness of others. The older I got, the less kind they got.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Ronnie: The villa in the South of France?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Glenda: A council flat in South London.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Roxy: All this time you were still in London?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Glenda: I did think about coming to see you.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Roxy: You obviously didn’t think very hard, did you?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Glenda on her son Danny: He thinks he’s an only child.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Ronnie: You told him that?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Glenda: I never dreamed I’d see you again.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Ronnie: He must have seen pictures around the place and wanted to know who we were.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Ronnie: You had never seen a picture of [Archie]?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Danny Mitchell: Mum always told me she didn’t have any, didn’t want any. She told me he died years ago when I was a baby.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Roxy: Did she tell you anything else?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Danny: Not much — that he was a bad man, that we were better off without him. It didn’t really bother me. You never miss what you don’t have, do you?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Glenda on Danny: I took loads of pictures of him when he was little.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Jack Branning on Glenda: She had a couple of run-ins with her neighbours. Got herself on [police] file.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Ronnie: Why didn’t you write all those years? Why didn’t you call?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Glenda: You know why. You know what he [Archie] was like.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Danielle Jones: When I was in nursery, the other girls, they used to dress their dollies in baby grows and tuck them into their toy prams and walk them up and down the playground, pretending to gossip like mums in the park. I used to stand on the edge and watch. I never wanted to join in. I never got it. What was the fun in doing that, I thought.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Carly Wicks: Being a single parent isn’t that bad. Dad brought us up.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Dawn Miller: And you never thought you were missing out, different?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Kevin Wicks to Carly: I taught you [to] stand up for yourself.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Tiffany: My dad taught me [to drive]. He was really good, patient and that.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Tiffany: Me uncle used to fix cars all the time and he had the IQ of a duck.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Tiffany: My aunt found a lump once and it was just fatty tissue. It wasn't serious.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Simon Raymond: Have you ever seen anyone dying of AIDS? I have and it's not very nice.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Audrey Trueman: My Anthony, he's seen many bad things in his job.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Robbie Jackson to his grandfather Jim: I remember what you said to me once. I must have been about fifteen, you know, trying to get a hold of this girl, and I was a bit scared and you said, "As long as you're still breathing, son, cram as much in as you can. You're a long time dead."</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Jim: This girl, did you ask her out?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Robbie. Yeah. Told me to get stuffed.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">David: Look, I met this girl in a bar, right? She was a real looker. I never dreamed she was going to be so much trouble, I had no idea. We started seeing each other for a while. We always went back to my place. Then she started to get funny. Ain't worth it for me so I ditched her. I wanted us to finish and she didn't. She said she was going to get me somehow. She screamed to the coppers. She just had to tell them how old she was, the damage was done.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Pat: How old was she?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">David: Fifteen. I couldn't tell, I swear. I swear I had no idea. Any man could have done the same, any man. I thought she was twenty-one. She looked twenty-one. She told me as much. I thought it best if I made a move so I come here [to Walford].</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Nina Harris: I left home when I was fifteen.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Sam Mitchell: That was young.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Nina: I didn't have much choice in the matter.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Sam: Why? Was someone ...?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Nina: Let's just say, I learnt to look out for myself from a very early age.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Kathy Mitchell on Nina: I heard she got into some type of trouble when she was young.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Grant Mitchell: You must have had loads of boyfriends.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Nina: None that mattered. I ran around a lot when I was a kid, but there was no one serious.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Nina: I was young. I didn't know what I wanted. Then I met Vinnie. He had some interest in some clubs south of the river. He was different from anyone I'd ever met. When he said he was going to look after me, I'd have done anything for him. He had style, money. I fell for him in a big way. We even lived together. But then it got heavy. He got into drugs.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Paul Trueman on drugs: I used to do a bit of stuff, but nothing serious. I used to do a bit of dealing down the Southside. Susie was in a club one night, a rival dealer come looking for me. I wasn't there. So he got her instead. She was my fiancee.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Paul: I had a taste of [happiness] once - someone I cared for, someone I loved. I lost them.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Simon on drugs: I've tried most things. I haven't had a bad time of it like some people, but I put that down to luck more than anything. I have seen enough to make me knock it on the head, though. A good mate of mine ended up in hospital because of it.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Nina on Vinnie: One day, there was no more money and he needed a fix. He said, "Do it for me. Just this once." That's how it always starts. And it solved the problem, but he hated me for doing it. He started beating me every time I came back.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Nina: I wasn't doing it for fun. I just hit a rough patch, that's all.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Kathy: Girls get into that situation for all types of reasons.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Nina: You just have to be desperate enough.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Dean Collins on Nina: She was just your regular twenty quid a trick tart.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Nina on Dean Collins: He was one of my tricks. I was on the game.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Gary, a policeman: Dean Collins, nasty piece of work.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Beppe Di Marco: Did you nick him?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Gary: Low rent stuff mostly — kerb crawling, possession. Got done once for assault. Not surprised. There was always something about him, a bit like a grenade with a dodgy pin.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Mick McFarlane: You must have had your fair share of hassle.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Nina: It came with the territory.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Beppe to Nina: It was you. You were the woman [Dean Collins] attacked.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Nina: One of them, yeah.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Linda Carter: I’ve never had a problem with your sister being the way she is, have I?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Mick Carter: No, except for that time when you thought she fancied you.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Phil Mitchell, with reference to Tina’s sexuality: So what was Zsa Zsa then, eh?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Tina Carter: A phase I went through.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Tina: Yeah, embarrassing, I know, with a man. What can I say? I experimented. Don’t tell anyone, but I once had a relationship with the opposite sex! Kept thinking if I practiced enough, it might get a bit more interesting. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Tina on being pregnant: Nine months of hell. My ankles swelled up. I was sick. You wouldn’t believe the amount of tinned sardines I ate.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Tina: I had my daughter, I weren’t much older [than fifteen]. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Mick to his son Johnny: Tina, she had your cousin Zsa Zsa, but she just kept on saying, like, “I’m a lesbian”, and we were, like, you know, like …</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Shirley on Stan: What did you say he used to call [Tina]?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Mick: A dog without a lead.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Stan to Tina: It’s a term of endearment, love. You know me — I’m a gags man.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Tina, speaking in 2014: We could always keep the baby in the bottom drawer.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Tosh: Is that where you kept Zsa Zsa? </span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Tina: No, she was in the top drawer. Bottom drawer was princess clothing only. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Tina: I made loads of mistakes with Zsa Zsa.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Tina: They don’t tell you, do they? Looking after a baby, it’s like working in some really boring factory — unpaid, twenty-four-seven, while sitting on some frozen peas with your baps out. There was nothing maternal about me. I did quite fancy a couple of the mummies though.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Tina: I once left Zsa Zsa on the tube — not a natural. The best thing was choosing the name. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Sylvie Carter: “Zsa Zsa”? Was [Tina] on drugs?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Mick: I don’t know. Probably. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Mick on Tina: She’s spent most of her life off her nut.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Mick: Little Nancy coming out kicking and screaming, proper little fighter. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Nancy Carter to her younger brother Johnny: All right, you got the brains. I clearly got the looks.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Tanya on pregnancy cravings: With Lauren, it was marmalade. I don’t even like marmalade.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Max: Tanya was never [hormonal when she was pregnant]. She just wanted to do it all the time.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Andy Hunter, speaking in 2003: My old gran's been pushing up daisies for the past ten years.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Patrick Trueman: Me father dropped dead at ninety-three, a bottle of rum in he hand.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Minty Peterson: I lost both my parents.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Minty, speaking about his mother in 2008: She's been dead for fifteen years.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Minty: Paid her way all her life, my old dear. Never owed anyone a tenner and if she did, we went hungry. And where did it get her? Chipboard coffin and a cheap headstone.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Minty: A thousand pound my mum left me when she died. Not a lot of money, is it? That was her life savings though. And I swore I’d never spend it unless it mattered because that money really had to count, you know?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Blossom Jackson: When Bill died, I thought my life was over too.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Alan Jackson on Bill: He died at Christmas [1993]. He weren't her husband.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Jean on Christmas lights: Sparkles, that’s what Stacey used to call them.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Jean: Do you remember, Stacey, when you were five? She [Stacey] had this beautiful pink fairy dress for Christmas. Opened it on our bed. Her and Sean on our bed, great pile of presents. Opened it up, couldn’t get her out of it. Went to bed in it and everything!</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Sean Slater on Christmas: When I was a kid, all I had was a box of matches to play with.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Stacey: There was a time that we were happy before Mum got sick. We were just like any other family.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Jean: We used to have so much fun before ... well, when I was a proper mum.</span></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="James from London, post: 120400, member: 22"] [SIZE=5]Archie Mitchell speaking about Ronnie in 2008: It might have been fifteen odd years [since I’ve seen her]. Archie in 2008: It’s been fifteen years since we’ve had a proper father/daughter conversation. You never learnt to trust. Ronnie: And I wonder why? Archie on his relationship with Ronnie: I stayed away because I thought it would help, but it didn’t. Ronnie: I told you what we were doing in my letters, the ones I sent to the post office box in Australia. You sent me the details on the back of a postcard a few years back. Glenda Mitchell: I’ve never been to Australia and I never sent any cards. Ronnie: Then how come we ...? Dad! Glenda: Australia - trust him to pick the furthest place he could! Glenda: After your father drove me away I spent years drifting from one relationship to another, living off the kindness of others. The older I got, the less kind they got. Ronnie: The villa in the South of France? Glenda: A council flat in South London. Roxy: All this time you were still in London? Glenda: I did think about coming to see you. Roxy: You obviously didn’t think very hard, did you? Glenda on her son Danny: He thinks he’s an only child. Ronnie: You told him that? Glenda: I never dreamed I’d see you again. Ronnie: He must have seen pictures around the place and wanted to know who we were. Ronnie: You had never seen a picture of [Archie]? Danny Mitchell: Mum always told me she didn’t have any, didn’t want any. She told me he died years ago when I was a baby. Roxy: Did she tell you anything else? Danny: Not much — that he was a bad man, that we were better off without him. It didn’t really bother me. You never miss what you don’t have, do you? Glenda on Danny: I took loads of pictures of him when he was little. Jack Branning on Glenda: She had a couple of run-ins with her neighbours. Got herself on [police] file. Ronnie: Why didn’t you write all those years? Why didn’t you call? Glenda: You know why. You know what he [Archie] was like. Danielle Jones: When I was in nursery, the other girls, they used to dress their dollies in baby grows and tuck them into their toy prams and walk them up and down the playground, pretending to gossip like mums in the park. I used to stand on the edge and watch. I never wanted to join in. I never got it. What was the fun in doing that, I thought. Carly Wicks: Being a single parent isn’t that bad. Dad brought us up. Dawn Miller: And you never thought you were missing out, different? Kevin Wicks to Carly: I taught you [to] stand up for yourself. Tiffany: My dad taught me [to drive]. He was really good, patient and that. Tiffany: Me uncle used to fix cars all the time and he had the IQ of a duck. Tiffany: My aunt found a lump once and it was just fatty tissue. It wasn't serious. Simon Raymond: Have you ever seen anyone dying of AIDS? I have and it's not very nice. Audrey Trueman: My Anthony, he's seen many bad things in his job. Robbie Jackson to his grandfather Jim: I remember what you said to me once. I must have been about fifteen, you know, trying to get a hold of this girl, and I was a bit scared and you said, "As long as you're still breathing, son, cram as much in as you can. You're a long time dead." Jim: This girl, did you ask her out? Robbie. Yeah. Told me to get stuffed. David: Look, I met this girl in a bar, right? She was a real looker. I never dreamed she was going to be so much trouble, I had no idea. We started seeing each other for a while. We always went back to my place. Then she started to get funny. Ain't worth it for me so I ditched her. I wanted us to finish and she didn't. She said she was going to get me somehow. She screamed to the coppers. She just had to tell them how old she was, the damage was done. Pat: How old was she? David: Fifteen. I couldn't tell, I swear. I swear I had no idea. Any man could have done the same, any man. I thought she was twenty-one. She looked twenty-one. She told me as much. I thought it best if I made a move so I come here [to Walford]. Nina Harris: I left home when I was fifteen. Sam Mitchell: That was young. Nina: I didn't have much choice in the matter. Sam: Why? Was someone ...? Nina: Let's just say, I learnt to look out for myself from a very early age. Kathy Mitchell on Nina: I heard she got into some type of trouble when she was young. Grant Mitchell: You must have had loads of boyfriends. Nina: None that mattered. I ran around a lot when I was a kid, but there was no one serious. Nina: I was young. I didn't know what I wanted. Then I met Vinnie. He had some interest in some clubs south of the river. He was different from anyone I'd ever met. When he said he was going to look after me, I'd have done anything for him. He had style, money. I fell for him in a big way. We even lived together. But then it got heavy. He got into drugs. Paul Trueman on drugs: I used to do a bit of stuff, but nothing serious. I used to do a bit of dealing down the Southside. Susie was in a club one night, a rival dealer come looking for me. I wasn't there. So he got her instead. She was my fiancee. Paul: I had a taste of [happiness] once - someone I cared for, someone I loved. I lost them. Simon on drugs: I've tried most things. I haven't had a bad time of it like some people, but I put that down to luck more than anything. I have seen enough to make me knock it on the head, though. A good mate of mine ended up in hospital because of it. Nina on Vinnie: One day, there was no more money and he needed a fix. He said, "Do it for me. Just this once." That's how it always starts. And it solved the problem, but he hated me for doing it. He started beating me every time I came back. Nina: I wasn't doing it for fun. I just hit a rough patch, that's all. Kathy: Girls get into that situation for all types of reasons. Nina: You just have to be desperate enough. Dean Collins on Nina: She was just your regular twenty quid a trick tart. Nina on Dean Collins: He was one of my tricks. I was on the game. Gary, a policeman: Dean Collins, nasty piece of work. Beppe Di Marco: Did you nick him? Gary: Low rent stuff mostly — kerb crawling, possession. Got done once for assault. Not surprised. There was always something about him, a bit like a grenade with a dodgy pin. Mick McFarlane: You must have had your fair share of hassle. Nina: It came with the territory. Beppe to Nina: It was you. You were the woman [Dean Collins] attacked. Nina: One of them, yeah. Linda Carter: I’ve never had a problem with your sister being the way she is, have I? Mick Carter: No, except for that time when you thought she fancied you. Phil Mitchell, with reference to Tina’s sexuality: So what was Zsa Zsa then, eh? Tina Carter: A phase I went through. Tina: Yeah, embarrassing, I know, with a man. What can I say? I experimented. Don’t tell anyone, but I once had a relationship with the opposite sex! Kept thinking if I practiced enough, it might get a bit more interesting. Tina on being pregnant: Nine months of hell. My ankles swelled up. I was sick. You wouldn’t believe the amount of tinned sardines I ate. Tina: I had my daughter, I weren’t much older [than fifteen]. Mick to his son Johnny: Tina, she had your cousin Zsa Zsa, but she just kept on saying, like, “I’m a lesbian”, and we were, like, you know, like … Shirley on Stan: What did you say he used to call [Tina]? Mick: A dog without a lead. Stan to Tina: It’s a term of endearment, love. You know me — I’m a gags man. Tina, speaking in 2014: We could always keep the baby in the bottom drawer. Tosh: Is that where you kept Zsa Zsa? Tina: No, she was in the top drawer. Bottom drawer was princess clothing only. Tina: I made loads of mistakes with Zsa Zsa. Tina: They don’t tell you, do they? Looking after a baby, it’s like working in some really boring factory — unpaid, twenty-four-seven, while sitting on some frozen peas with your baps out. There was nothing maternal about me. I did quite fancy a couple of the mummies though. Tina: I once left Zsa Zsa on the tube — not a natural. The best thing was choosing the name. Sylvie Carter: “Zsa Zsa”? Was [Tina] on drugs? Mick: I don’t know. Probably. Mick on Tina: She’s spent most of her life off her nut. Mick: Little Nancy coming out kicking and screaming, proper little fighter. Nancy Carter to her younger brother Johnny: All right, you got the brains. I clearly got the looks. Tanya on pregnancy cravings: With Lauren, it was marmalade. I don’t even like marmalade. Max: Tanya was never [hormonal when she was pregnant]. She just wanted to do it all the time. Andy Hunter, speaking in 2003: My old gran's been pushing up daisies for the past ten years. Patrick Trueman: Me father dropped dead at ninety-three, a bottle of rum in he hand. Minty Peterson: I lost both my parents. Minty, speaking about his mother in 2008: She's been dead for fifteen years. Minty: Paid her way all her life, my old dear. Never owed anyone a tenner and if she did, we went hungry. And where did it get her? Chipboard coffin and a cheap headstone. Minty: A thousand pound my mum left me when she died. Not a lot of money, is it? That was her life savings though. And I swore I’d never spend it unless it mattered because that money really had to count, you know? Blossom Jackson: When Bill died, I thought my life was over too. Alan Jackson on Bill: He died at Christmas [1993]. He weren't her husband. Jean on Christmas lights: Sparkles, that’s what Stacey used to call them. Jean: Do you remember, Stacey, when you were five? She [Stacey] had this beautiful pink fairy dress for Christmas. Opened it on our bed. Her and Sean on our bed, great pile of presents. Opened it up, couldn’t get her out of it. Went to bed in it and everything! Sean Slater on Christmas: When I was a kid, all I had was a box of matches to play with. Stacey: There was a time that we were happy before Mum got sick. We were just like any other family. Jean: We used to have so much fun before ... well, when I was a proper mum.[/SIZE] [/QUOTE]
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