I’m not the sort of person who is gushed at by tearful friends at airports or embraced by family members when I get on a train. The closest I ever got was in 1992 when I convinced my parents to see me off from Glasgow Central station at the start of my new London life. I conceded that they could sit in the coffee shop…
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