Clitorish Allsorts

A family friend had a cat called Liquorice. A sweet little puss cat. When we used to visit them, my daughter (then about five years old) would try and coax the cat over for a stroke and some fuss. She would make clucking noises and gently repeat her name over and over…

Clitorish! Clitorish! Oh come here Clitorish!

These days I no longer quite trust myself to try and ask for Liquorice Allsorts in sweet shops.

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