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Day 8 – Sheffield/Manchester. My wife and I had managed to get out for dinner on Wednesday evening and went to our local Indian restaurant ‘Dine Bangla’. ‘Hello Mr. Richardson, so you are back in the country then, nice to see you out with Mrs Richardson!’
My wife’s last three visits to the restaurant had been without me – twice with our children, once with her girlfriends. ‘Thanks Akbar,’ I said, rolling my eyes. Even the restaurant owner knows I haven’t been around much lately.
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