Treacle toffee and Parkin both home made on bonfire night, lancashire hotpot especially made for parish hotpot suppers with a pie crust on the top ( yes really) and a dash of red cabbage pickle, a tray of chips with curry sauce from the chippie on freezing cold, wet winter days and of course Flying Saucers slowly dissolving against the roof of your mouth.
Platonic friendships - do they exist?
What time do you get up and go to bed?






