The good old days

Granddad was reminiscing about the good old days…
“When I were a lad, me mother would send me down to t’corner shop wi’ a shilling, and I’d come back wi’ five
pounds o’ potatoes, two loaves o’ bread, three pints o’milk, a pound o’ cheese, a packet o’ tea, an’ ‘alf a dozen eggs.”
Sadly he shook his head. “Yer can’t do that now. Too many damn security cameras.”

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