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Hearing the shrill shriek of my husband’s mobile, I was pulled out of my comfy sleep.
But while most women may have been a little cross at being woken at 6.30am by their hubby – especially when you’re retired – I didn’t mind one bit.
I knew this was important for Eric, now 82.
‘They need me over in Stroud,’ he told me, hopping out of