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Getting nervy about going “home” for the first time in near enough 20 years. It’s changed drastically in that time apparently. The leisure centre where I went swimming has closed, THE toy shop to go to has closed, the Metro system has finally reached us. None of this matters so long as I can get batter with my chips (scraps in Yorkshire), stottie cake (big buns the size of pizzas), and I can get fresh ham & pease pudding.

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