When we were kids, we used to stop off at a newsagent on Sundays after church, for Dad to buy his papers. The shop was run by a lovely older couple who used to bring out their "penny tray" for the four of us to choose something from, completely free. This was groaning with flapjacks, mo-jo's, red laces, black laces, sherbert flying saucers, sugar mice, etc. etc. and was the highlight of our Sundays!

Think it could have been the novelty factor of the shop suddenly being invaded by two sets of twins
