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I can still feel the agony trying to contain the excitement, and the eternity waiting for Dad to get home from work on those Fridays. Even then, Mum would never guarantee that we would be off that evening, Dad might be too tired, and we had a lot to get into our faithful two-tone blue Humber Hawk – might be better to wait until the morning. However, we did always go that evening. I think Dad was as excited as we were.