It has been wonderful to see and chat with so many of you since we reopened in April. Most people seem pleased to see us again, and everyone is happy to be out and about. One man expressed a desire to have his ashes scattered in our shop, but he was very much alive at the time so hopefully it will be many years before we see him again.
Hello again everyone and welcome back!
Christmas is a time for messaging, isn’t it?
It’s been a while hasn’t it?
So, we’re one week into the latest ‘national lockdown’ unless you live in Wales or Scotland when being part of the Union seems more akin to the title of a Strawbs song than any kind of de jure existence.
I woke up with a smile on my face this morning. Now, some of you may think that had something to do with Michelle and a feather but no, even on the first day of another lockdown, I remain positive about the future.
As a sweet shop we obviously attract children of all ages, fascinated by the shapes and colours of Toxic Waste, Hubba Bubba, Tango Spray, Pez, Brain Licker and Fizz Wiz that form an essential part of the sweet dictionary of childhood.
As many of you may already know there is a biennial literature prize which is awarded to writers who have taken on themes of human freedom and what it means as part of society. The Jerusalem Prize for the Freedom of the Individual in Society was awarded, in 2009, to Haruki Murakami.
‘Christmas is coming
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.'