Gin
Our Woolies is now a pound shop and much used. It still feels a bit like Woolies, same floor and checkouts, somewhat shabby now.
I miss our own Co-op which took up half the High Street. It sold everything. The food and butchers shop was in a separate building but the main one sold everything, furniture, electrical items, clothes, shoe shop, school outfitter, travel agent. You could get everything you needed there even order your coal and oil plus getting your divi!
Gosh, that brought back memories of the Co-op. When I left school, it was my first job and I was put behind a long table, with other staff, to deal with the divi. Being young and new, I felt quite apprehensive, but also very proud and sophisticated. Imagine my horror when I felt something crawling around inside my stocking (this was the early 60). I didn’t know what to do as I didn’t feel I could leave the desk. Eventually, the inevitable happened and it stung me. All sophistication abandoned, I fled to the chemist to get help. I was so embarrassed!


