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Sweet Heaven
Sunday afternoon, 1958. Between Life with the Lyons and Sing Something Simple on the Home Service, my father is in the kitchen making his special treacle toffee. Clattering and tut-tutting, he lays out everything with military precision on the daffodil yellow Formica table. In crisp blue and white striped apron, he looks like a butcher but… Read More Sweet Heaven