Orpington has three greengrocers stalls in the high st, a fishmongers van on Saturdays and I'm 10 minutes walk from a great butchers shop. How's Petts Wood?
Ah, those good old days when all the wives with their headscarves tied under their chins and their tartan bags on wheels would stand about and gossip to each other while they waited at least half an hour in the queue to be served at the butchers. Then another half hour at the grocers, Then another half hour at the fishmongers etc... When almost nobody had a car, and most folk walked to their local shops or caught a bus. The past was lived at a different pace, and after all that queueing most people ended up buying whatever they could get a lot of the time, not what they might have actually wanted. Choice and convenience were novelty concepts, or even completely unheard of.
I don't remember any queues. I always remember buying what I wanted. When I was taken to these shops by my Mum what has stuck with me is her opening her canvas bag and the assistant dropping Potatoes or carrots etc in said bag. No plastic bags or plastic packaging. The people who worked in the shops were chatty not like most of the zombies who work at the checkout at your local Tesco's. People walked to places, rather than getting in their cars, is that a bad thing? Their was choice but a limited choice. Most products like Fruit, Veg, were sourced locally.
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@AllHellLetLoose is a heathen...he refuses to buy his dog Pedigree Chum, instead buying cheap tins in bulk from @baraettmattesvensson shop.
Maybe this is how you developed your love for strutting the stage ? All those walks to the greengrocers as a boy ?
My parents were Bohemian, they never owned a car, they owned a bicycle and either walked or cycled everywhere. They couldn't afford to buy me a bike so I had to walk everywhere. I used to regularly walk to Charlton and back, from Welling.
