Nostalgia: The Lingering Taste on every Expat’s Tongue

Could you bring back:

x 1 box of mini Shredded Wheat honeynut

x 1 box of mini Shredded Wheat plain

x 1 bumper pack of Heinz baked beans

x 1 Thai Taste green curry paste

x 1 Yorkshire tea bags

x 1 Walkers prawn cocktail 6 pack crisps

x 1 Galaxy Minstrels

x 1 Dairy Milk bar chocolate

Saturday or Sunday Guardian, Observer or Times

Thanks dude! Can pay in Euros or Sterling.

Photo by Deepansh Khurana on Unsplash

I am a British expat and that there is a shopping list from my expat neighbour. That shopping list encapsulates everything it is to be British — stuck in our ways, multi-cultural and above all, wistfully nostalgic.

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