Growing up in Nottingham we were a real working-class family. With three kids the food bill would be huge, so my mum would map out all our meals at the start of the week to make sure it was in budget. Fridays were takeaway night, our big treat. My parents worked full-time — my dad was a welder and my mum worked for a pharmaceutical company — but she would cook a meal every night, and we’d always sit down and eat together, even if it was just for ten minutes before rushing off to play football. We weren’t always the closest family. Now I get on well with my siblings, but we are very close in age and I had to share a room with my brother who is one year to the day younger than me. It made...
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