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Lionel Shriver

The Home Office nearly deported my husband

28 April 2018

9:00 AM

28 April 2018

9:00 AM

What I remember about preparing to leave for my husband’s appointment with the Home Office in Croydon in 2007 is hysteria. A tizzy was not unprecedented; in our household, it’s always the man who’s in a dither, seeing to last-minute primping and chronically unable to get out the door on time.

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