Bringing my family back to the UK was a bad decision – but home has its comforts | Emma Beddington


I felt guilty for dragging my family away from lovely Brussels. Here in York though, murky floodwater and all, I’ve found a new sense of home

‘Have you been out?” I ask my 16-year-old, who rolls his eyes. I’m committed to providing my sons with continuity in a world in crisis and that means asking this idiotic question daily. (I alternate this with my other greatest hits: “How was your day” and “Have you drunk enough water?”)

“Yeah,” he says.

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