Sun cream on, hit the park, ice cream time.

Sorry, I don't have enough for an ice cream today.

Bit of relaxing.

Run to my shift.

Dinner time.

Stop at the food bank.

Watch some telly.

Read through the bills.

Off to bed.

There are two sides to every summer.

Together, we can support families living in poverty with the little things that make a big difference this summer.

Search Bernardo's to find out how.

Bonados.

Changing childhoods.

Changing lives.

It is three minutes after ten and you are listening to James O'Brien on LBC, where we dive almost immediately into a, well, a truly horrible story.

There's no other way of describing it, is there?

We look, or I do at least, and you tease me sometimes about being naive, but I'd rather be

naive than cynical, I think.

I really do.

I still have a childish or a childlike attitude towards the police, right? I mean, it's nowhere near what it was. Stories like Hillsborough, if nothing else, have obviously dented any notion of blind trust. But the way I was raised, my granddad

was a copper actually. I don't know if I've ever told you that, have I? Not when I knew him. He was

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