Alice Dryden (huskyteer) wrote,
Alice Dryden

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The Street That Time Forgot

I had a parcel to post yesterday lunchtime, and Post Office queues are already ramping up to Christmas crazy. Remembering that a colleague had told me about a smaller Post Office, roughly the same distance away as the one on the High Street but in the opposite direction, I thought I'd check it out. And so I found myself in Chatterton Road, or 'Chatterton Village' as, according to current vogue, it styles itself.

It was like a street from the past. No chains except a small Co-op supermarket. Chemist's. Pub on the corner. A launderette; a wool shop; Waggles Pet Emporium. A model aeroplane shop. And a charity shop for a local cause, where everything was priced so that people who are not professional collectors of vintage retro chic could purchase it too. Toys that kids can buy with their pocket money (which makes me feel bad when I buy them)!

I bought a hardback copy of Neil Gaiman's The Graveyard Book, which I've been meaning to read for ages. It cost 25p, because it was classed as children's, and appears to contain illustrator Chris Riddell's autograph. Also: a string of fairy lights shaped like aeroplanes.

The whole thing was rather like the recurring dream I have where I'm at a market or car boot sale and keep turning up treasures.

I may go back for the tiny £3 Krups espresso machine. I lingered over it, but was slightly afraid I would poison, scald or electrocute myself.
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