Shopping in the Northend of King's Lynn for much of the 20th century meant one name, 'Harry Southgates'. I would be dispatched to Harry's on a Friday night complete with shopping list and trade bike. Here I would stand in a queue of mostly women and be prepared for a long, boring wait until it was my turn to be served. Nothing was hurried and because everyone knew everyone, each customer would digest their lives in a blow by blow monologue whilst their shopping list was compiled into goods....do I miss it? Heck no, life's too short as it is.
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