In this kitchen, on this day, England is seen in an idealised form. Russian soldiers are being released and there is a sense that we have all been liberated. But the soldiers must all be supplied with sunflower or sunshine tea and for this, I, a teenage boy, am responsible. I have been waiting months or years for this moment and now I rush at top speed to fill the kettle with boiling water. We gather 100's of bags of the sunshine tea. Everything relies on my producing the full pot.
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