Clutching a penny in my hand, I stood transfixed by jars of striped humbugs, liquorice laces, aniseed balls and fruit sherbets, their glass shells reflecting the lights of the corner shop. Inside Mrs Taylor, philosopher, counsellor and occasional money-lender, waited with infinite patience. If she was busy she would leave me enjoying the intense pleasure […]
We often slept under the dining room table when I was a child. The Second World War was at its height and my parents thought that was the safest place to be during an air raid. At the first sound of the sirens they would each grab one of us and dive under the table, […]
I don’t like chewing gum now. I don’t even like to see people chewing. Once gum seemed exotic – chewing was what hard men and dubious women did in the American films we saw at the local cinema in the 1940s. It was also what American Servicemen did as they strolled around the East Anglian town […]
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