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Secretly, when no-one's watching, I pull up the cover of Ms Cellophane and admire it. It's a clever cover. At first I was neutral about it, and then I found it growing on me. It follows me around.

It keeps reminding me that I have to find a time when the neighbour's car isn't blocking my storeroom and I have to bring the mirror out and give it a bit of a clean. For I will need it next Sunday.

if I put chocolates *on* the mirror, does it eat them?