I've been in Germany for 8 years now and miss the beer, pies and the humour - and not being looked at like an alien when I refer to my friend's yellow Fiat Panda as Thunderbird 4.
I know it's time for a visit home when I start day dreaming about riding in Dalby forest followed by Fish and chips at the White Horse Cafe, mmmmm, I'm going to book flights this evening.
However, when I've been back in the Republic of North Yorkshire for a few days, I'll miss the beer, kebabs and being able to filter out (or not understand)the cr@p that a lot of people speak.

