"the last time I ate in a steak house was in the early 1970s in winchmore hill, north london when I was a teenager. at the time my mother had founded her later very successful antique business with headquarters in Germany. it started with minimal initial investment from a cellar apartment in hannover. all six weeks or so they would rent a car, take a ferry to harwich and drive in Britain on a shopping spear. during my school holidays I would accompany them on their tour mainly around the midlands and then to london. first, it was intimidated by the londoner traffic so that we stay well from the center of the city and the mosque around the dealers in islington, barnet, archway and winchmore hill to buy antique mahagoni furniture and silver to back in their shop in Germany. I suppose you could say that as of haefen daughter we were a more hopeful and attractive version of the wut and bone team steptoe and son!"
