We have sold a lot of Sweet Peanuts this week. I’m not convinced that people aren’t feeding wire through them and hanging them up for the birds. At least there’s no need to pierce actual nuts in the middle of these sweets anymore. The Health & Safety police have deemed that they might present a hazard to those with nut allergies. Clearly, those of our customers who can work this out for themselves present a danger to society and may be sentenced to seven years of online risk assessments.
I was having a discussion with the Terrific Turtles this morning, not about anything in particular – the unappreciated trauma of being caught and left in a pot while jelly sweets all around them are being picked; the obvious need for green alternatives in a new age pick n’ mix selection, and the price of fish. However, one issue did keep leaping up: they want customers to call them ‘turtles.’ They don’t mind being called ‘those greeny things,’ or even ‘the green and yellow reptiles’ but most definitely not frogs or toads. Could everyone please make a note.
Before moving to Worcestershire, I worked in the media in London for over 30 years, making some good friends but also some colourful enemies (who always seemed to work for the Daily Mail). However, Michelle and I have been overwhelmed by the reception the local news media have shown us in the two years that we have been running Mr Simms Worcester. In the last week, we have featured on BBC Hereford and Worcester, Free Radio, and the Worcester News – all welcoming us back to Worcester High Street and subtly indicating their own sweet preferences at the same time!
These are strange times in which we are living, aren’t they?
It has certainly been a strange period in our history hasn’t it? I’m so pleased and fortunate to be able to report that Michelle and I are in good health. I’m really looking forward to seeing you all on Monday 15th June when Mr Simms Worcester re-opens.
I am a writer and historian with a passion for sweets and football (not necessarily in that order!). I write fiction and non-fiction and, after working in the media for over 30 years, now run a sweet shop with my wife, Michelle, trading as Mr Simms Worcester. I also write about the history of sweets in a series of blog posts: 'A Funny Thing Happened on the way to the Sweet Shop.'