Leaving aside the medical side, which is assuming certain proportions, which actually took me to hospital today:
… I wandered over to Morrisons [usually too far from my place] and was pleasantly surprised – I’d forgotten just how genteel the clientele were, mainly old codgers and ladies of the “old Britain”.
It was delightful waiting at the fish counter with no one on it, then after four calls through the tannoys, someone strolled up in striped garb, it was lovely
chatting talking to the two 50s style girls at the deli about the hot pot, them with pinnies on ‘n all. And their shortcrust pastries are better.
Not sure if Morrisons never came into the C20th or if it’s an affectation or what but whatever it is, it’s nice.
Meanwhile, the other “Britain”: