There was a marvellous grocer called Boons, where I used to take shopping lists for delivery. Farmers, in their carts, from nearby rural areas called with fresh eggs, farm chickens and butter, rabbits and vegetables. At the weekends, the Muffin Man came with his tray, carried on his head, and ringing his bell for custom. My mother would insist on Derby Brights from the coal merchant and Scottish beef from the butcher. Those were the days!
A. C. WARE
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