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I am an Oxford modern languages graduate and former journalist, now a full-time mother, poet and short story writer. I love reading, writing, swimming, squash, walking, mulled wine, watching television dramas or films and belly dancing.

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Your Father's Knife

When one of your boyfriends said the knife in your dreams symbolised a penis, he was wrong: it was wishful thinking on his part. (His real blade, which marked him out as gang leader, was big and he wielded it impressively.) No, your father's knife that you dream about is not his penis but his tongue, which cut deftly and repeatedly into you and your mother:

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