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In early 2020, right across the globe, entire populations of towns,, and nations were plunged into coronavirus lockdown.

From country to country, it brought out the best in humanity. Heroes were produced on a daily basis.

This is the story of the small Northern English town of Barmydale, where some have been heroic,

and others, well.

Blinking heck, Dan, can you keep the noise down?

Hey, no, I can't. I need to get this beer barrel from here to there. It's one of the many joys

of owning a pub. Well, I'd like a few less joys of living across the road from a pub.

You've welcomed me and Gracie up. Two metres, Keith, come on. I am two blooming metres. And don't change the subject. I'm

sick of putting up with it. Ten years, Gracie and I have had this. You moved in 11 years,

five months and 13 days ago? Well, it's about time you started showing more consideration then.

This is a time of national emergency, this is. Oh, no doubt I'll see you again later. Bang in your little saucepan for the NHS.

There's nothing wrong with my little saucepan. You and your pretentious wok on the other hand.

Hey, that walk's a beauty. It has a beautiful Asian ring to it. You trust me. Those nurses in number

55 know who supports them the most.

Time to get up, Gracie Love.

What time is it?

Thursday. Come on, get up. We've only got 12 hours before NHS clapping time.

And don't want to be outdone again by that idiot Dan from the pub and his stupid walk.

Oh, how long have you bulls have this silly thing going on between you?

It's a forces thing. I was British Army. He was Royal Navy.

But weren't you on the same side?

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