Cultureshock

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I could hear the clutter of saucepans and plates, it was Sunday morning. Every Sunday morning when I was younger, me, my dad and my older brother Joe would dress up in our hats, scarves and gloves and spend the morning at a car boot sale whilst my mam would cook our Sunday dinner back at home. We'd buy toys and books, already knowing that in a week or two we'd grow bored of them but the excitement of getting something new was enough to keep me and my brother Joe occupied for the rest of the day.

Every week we couldn't resist getting tempted into buying a hotdog from the hotdog stand and every week my dad would say, 'don't tell your mam, your dinner's ready at home'. He'd put me on his shoulders and say, 'now don't drop any crumbs on my head' and every week I accidently on purpose would.