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    One afternoon Nan had, once again, slaved over a hot stove and Grandad was late. She wrapped his plate in foil, grabbed his knife and fork and ran down the hill to his local placing his dinner on the bar. He looked up, smiled and said" where's the salt and pepper"?

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