There have been a lot of environmental changes lately, haven’t there? Social distancing, alcohol on hands rather than in mouths, and all of us looking like bandits about to attack wagon trains in westerns (yes, I really am that old).
Michelle had just sold a pick n’ mix jar to a lady this afternoon (who actually came in for toffees) when she got into a conversation about masks. The lady - like so many of our customers this week - was concerned about the timing of the government’s latest instruction on the wearing of masks in shops like ours.
Most people visiting our little shop tend to come through the door quite quickly, smiling, and eager to enjoy their childhood to the full – or loving the opportunity to re-live a small but cherished part of it.
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.
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.'