I mourn the loss of individual, family run businesses that used to appear on every Main Street.
The personal touch with the assistant remembering your name and little facts about you made my day
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A deli where Jim cut thick slices of ham from a cooked joint, cheese cut with a lethal looking cutter
and wrapped in grease proof paper, John the butcher who would cut a couple of fillets to my liking (from a huge beast hanging in the corner)
And let’s not forget Sally the baker (who made the best custard tarts) 😋