They don’t believe in me

I was such a fussy eater as a kid.  Whenever the family went to a Chinese restaurant I would have omelette and chips.  The Chinese restaurant on Royston High Street actually did a really good omelette and chips.  All I remember about the Chinese food from then was the smell of soy sauce.  There isContinue reading “They don’t believe in me”

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