[westendlass]

I remember the little corner shop in Stanhill Village (next to the pub) was like stepping back in time in the seventies. None of your self service there. It was run by Jim and Doreen and was also their home, as you could tell when Doreen retired in to the back in the afternoon to make tea. There was always the smell of home cooking,it always smelled of cabbage or sprouts to me and they knew most of their customers by name. You had to ask for what you wanted and Jim or Doreen would reach to the shelves behind them and put it on the counter. I always spent my pocket money there,usually on a bottle of bitter lemon and a Granny Smiths apple. Everthing seemed so innocent then.