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‘Don’t you dare leave the living room until it’s ready!’ I sat, transfixed to my chair, wondering what the hell they were doing in the kitchen. Occasionally there would be a giggle and then an acrid, fishy smell would waft over me. ‘Is that a testicle?’ It’s safe to say that I was a little nervous. ‘It’s a nice surprise, right?’ ‘You are so lucky to get this! It’s worth hundreds! THOUSANDS of pounds!’ I notice how they didn’t actually…