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When an "Olympic Breakfast" wasn't the healthy option!
And French Onion Sellers on bikes.Before moving from Wood Green in London I remember the horse and cart milk deliveries, the same for knife sharpening, gold top milk (now only skimmed milk), the sickly smell from the Barratts sweet factory, walking into central London following the route of the Piccadilly Line tube.
Went on a school trip to London and visited Downing Street and met my Dad just outside.The entrance to Downing Street before the security gates.
Well the population has increased by 16,768,173 since when I was born. Sundays where so nice before Sunday trading was allowed, but early closing was a bit of a pain.and how few cars were on the road, especially on Sunday's. Now the Sunday shoppers snarl up the roads at nearly every junction, and double yellow lines appear to be everywhere.
We have a coffee shop in town (not a café, but an old fashioned shop with rickety shelves) and when they're roasting the beans, you can smell it from the other end of the high street. It's my favourite smell and I'm like the Bisto kid.The smell up Princesshay when Carwadine's were roasting their coffee.
I'd pitch a tent outside!There's a coffee shop (dry!) in Chania and their grinder seems to run all day, grinding very fine Greek coffee. Not quite the same as roasting but almost as intoxicating!
Asking for ‘a quarter’ of sweets and pointing to one of the great big jars on the shelves full of the ones you wanted.We had ‘Lucky’ bags, a few sweets and a little toy inside
My first car was a hillman imp van!!, reg no UAE 314G, strange I can remember that but struggle to remember my current cars numberMy first car, a 1967 Hillman Imp, £125.00, £110.00 to insure it, I won £25.00 on the PB's so that taxed it.