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Evidence that many of Fran's childhood memories are based around sugar

Well, this is all very strange, isn't it? I'm at home, in front of the fire, with no English students to teach because the government, aided and abetted by the Corona virus, has cancelled the GCSE examinations and where there is no examination there is no need for a private tutor. Bye bye, bank balance! It was nice knowing you. When news first broke about the Corona virus, the image that I had in my head was that of a man who drove a truck around the streets of Warwick when I was a child in the 1970s. He delivered bottles of fizzy pop made by Corona. He sold Dandelion and Burdock which tasted like a mixture of liquorice, aniseed and disinfectant, as well as a sickly-sweet concoction called Cream Soda which made your body 97% sugar for a while and corrupted all your decision-making processes. Also for sale were lemonade, orangeade, cherryade and Band-Aid, although I may have remembered wrongly with that last one. What I didn't know until ten minutes ago when I