Gone in 55 seconds

Robbie Jones, 25, Hove

Walking through the door, my dad Gareth, then 67, grinned, rustling the Sunday papers.

‘I’m back,’ he called.

‘Great timing, coffee’s ready,’ my mum Shirley, then 66, smiled, popping the cafetiere down on the dining table.

It was our weekend tradition. Breakfast round the table, chatting about politics over poached eggs on toast.

I still lived at home and, often, one of my older sisters Rhian, then 31, and Gemma, 29, joined us, too.

‘The only thing missing is a dog,’ Dad said to us in April 2019, over a drink at the local.

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