On a late summer Sunday, Daniel Clifford sat for dinner at his parents’ home in South Shields, a town that slopes down to the River Tyne in the northeast. His father had made lamb, served with mashed potatoes, boiled potatoes, carrots, peas and gravy. Daniel could not remember the last time they had a family meal together; it must have been years ago, judging from the expired gravy mix on the kitchen’s shelves.
At 34, he had just moved back to the parental home, a small semi-detached council house he first left nearly a decade ago after finding…
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