Accidentally posted too soon.
We had an old fashioned sweet shop in the village and from about two or three I would take them there on a Friday morning, give them 10p each and they would have a lovely time working how many sweets they could get; flying saucers, cola bottle, penny chews all the old fashioned sweets. Then DD saw a train jigsaw in the Post Office next door and wanted it and I told her it cost £1, and if she could save a 50p, I would pay the rest, then Grandparents came and gave them both 20p, and she went without sweets for three weeks for the rest.
We still have the jigsaw. Things just went on from there.
Old people don’t use the internet?


