Robert Bush, this makes me so nostalgic. I mean I’m British and I live in the UK… but I haven’t been anywhere for six months.

It’s all so true I laughed out loud. Thank you.

Ah for a fry-up at a greasy spoon, sitting on plastic chairs bolted to the floor, drinking tea from a turquoise cup on a chipped saucer with a carefully balanced biscuit whose hem is slightly damp from the perfect dunk, eating sausages and baked beans with a bent fork. Heaven! And, as you pointed out, a good way to get there faster.