[pendy]

I remember the Co-Op on York Street. I loved it. The smells of coffee, bacon and assorted good things was almost edible! I remember my mother sitting on a bentwood chair, with her order book, and Mr Watsit in his blue? overall collecting everything together, and the wonderful smell as he ground the coffee, cutting and patting the butter, and slicing the bacon ... then the boy would bring the order round in the basket on the front of his bike. Don't forget the divi slip - I had to remember two Co-Op numbers, my mothers and my aunts, and woe betide if I got them wrong! Shopping was certainly better in those days than the supermarket is now. The butchers was Charnleys in my day, Ted and Rene, did great potted meat.