The writer Bill Bryson, an American, came to Britain as a young back-packer, met and married an English girl he took a fancy to and settled in the Yorkshire Dales where they started a family. In due course he returned to America with a view to giving his children a taste of life in America. He wrote a book, I’m a Stranger Here Myself, describing his experience of settling in an unfamiliar America, along the way making comparisons between America and the UK, some unfavourable to the UK, some not. I read this book when I was adjusting to life in America and was delighted by how like my own his experiences had been. How did we, Bill and me, cope in a country where Polyfilla is called Spackle?