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Hovis’ Friday diary: ‘She’s my mother and if anyone is going to deck her it’s me’ -
Hovis’ Friday diary: ‘I went from thinking she was actually quite normal to realising she is a ‘horsewoman’’ -
Hovis’ Friday diary: ‘I behaved like a fat fighter on a chocolate promise’ -
Hovis’ Friday diary: ‘We have gone from synchronised swimming to prancing on ice’
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Hovis’ Friday diary: ‘Forget the Ark – I need a chuffing submarine’
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Hovis’ Friday diary: ‘Screams of ‘let it go’ could be heard resonating across the school’ -
Hovis’ Friday diary: ‘Snogging is much more fun’ -
Hovis’ Friday diary: the grass is like glass and my snot is an icicle… but I have had snogs -
Hovis’ Friday Diary: ‘The abuse I endure at times is beyond belief’
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Hovis’ Friday diary: ‘Revenge is a dish best served cold’
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Hovis’ Friday diary: ‘We need to have THE TALK’
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Hovis’ Friday diary: ‘There is more water flowing down between my butt cheeks than down the Suez canal’
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Hovis’ Friday diary: ‘You humans are weird’
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Hovis’ Friday diary: ‘I am the most handsome gelding in the world’
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Hovis’ Friday diary: it’s nearly time to pull off feral to fabulous again…
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Hovis’ Friday diary: ‘The countdown is now on’
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Hovis’ Friday diary: ‘If mother had been any frostier, Olaf would be suing her for copyright’
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Hovis’ Friday diary: ‘It’s fair to say it’s that time of year…’
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Hovis’ Friday dairy: ‘my time will come… of that I am sure’
