he threatened to throw his plate against the wall. If Paul hadnât been at table (and he ate it all up like a good little boy) then Iâd have dared him to do it, I was, oohâthat angry with the man. And he would have, you knowâyes and then who do you think would have been up till all hours clearing away all of the mess? Exactly. Anyway, I thought it was actually very tastyâa lot of cutting up involved, of course: you wonder why they make it quite so long. The recipe said to put cheese on the top, but that would have made it more like a rarebit sort of affair, to my mind. And anyway, all I had in the house were some portions of Dairylea. I get it for Paulâhe likes it on his toast.
And isnât it funny? Iâm looking now into the window of the United Dairies, and whatâs the very first thing that catches my eye? A pyramid of tins of Smedleyâs spinach â¦! Yes well you can keep them, thank you very much. But I do love this windowâI sometimes think I could stand on the pavement and gaze at it for hours. And maybe in the past I have doneâwell, not for hours, obviously ⦠but more than once somebody like that busybody Mrs. Goodrich or the lady from Amyâs the hairdresserânot Gwendoline, not the one who does me, but the other oneâtheyâve touched my arm and theyâve said tome something along the lines of Are you quite all right, my dear â¦? And Iâve come right back to earth and laughed at myself for ever having drifted away. Oh yes quite all right, thank you, I eagerly assured them. But that Mrs. Goodrich, she obviously thinks Iâm touched. Itâs just that I love to look at the displays, thatâs allâwhy I donât really care for these supermarkets, as they call them; even the new food hall theyâve got in John BarnesâIâve never been in. Before I go into any of the shops in the Lane, though, I always pause to look at the windows. In the Dairies, itâs mostly these tapering piles of packets and tinsâthey look so very impressive, I always think, when theyâre all massed together like that. Ranked like soldiers. The red of the Heinz Tomato Soups always makes for a cheery sightâreminds you of winters by the fire: I always add the top of the milkâgold top though, itâs got to be that. Stir it inâmakes all the difference, I can tell you. And those great big boxes of Force, with Sunny Jim looking always so very posh and happy. Worlds away from my Jim, isnât he â¦? My Jim, he never could be said to be sunnyâperpetually overcast, rather more, with the threat of anything from showers to an out-and-out tornado. I donât think they can be real though, those enormous packetsâthereâd be more than enough cereal in there to feed a family of six for a year. The manufacturers must just make them for show, I suppose. Well if thatâs the case, their money isnât wasted. If it wasnât quite so nippy today, Iâd linger longerâsavor all these brand new Huntley & Palmers big square tins and the handsome jars of Marmite. But thereâs always the devil of a wind just on this corner, so I think Iâll go in there now and get what I came for.
I always smile at the sign on the door: âYes! We are open for the sale of Lyonsâ Cakes.â When they shut the shop in the eveningâand even when itâs half-day closing on ThursdaysâIâve seen Edie, the manageress (and sheâs always the last to leave) ⦠Iâve seen her turnit around: she never forgets, she always turns it around before she locks up the shop. And then it says âSorry! We are closedâeven for the sale of Lyonsâ Cakes.â I wonder if thereâs anyone else who even so much as notices? I hope soâbecause I think all these windows, theyâre really a bit of an art that we all just take for granted. And oh my goodness, the
Phil Hester, Jon S. Lewis, Shannon Eric Denton, Jason Arnett