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My mother is the sort of woman who would go out to loot the shops during the zombie apocalypse and still come back with wholemeal bread and organic juice drinks. I would always have assumed this, but I only knew it to be true now because that was exactly what had happened. Wholemeal bread, organic orange juice, blueberry breakfast bars and a six-pint of skimmed milk. If that had been me sent to do the shopping, I would’ve raided the chocolate and wine. “There’s nothing moving out there,” Mum said, matter-of-factly, dumping the shopping on the kitchen table. “Bloodied bodies littering the road on the way to Tesco, and