Is that all, my love ?
February 3, 2007 Next Page »
It feels so much better buying local at Rheola Market, from a small family business with their roots in the community.
There’s a lot more colour and conversation and warmth than the sweatshop down the road they call a supermarket.
No one asks “Have you got a Club Card?”
No false smiles and “Happy to Help” badges.
There are no trolleys so it’s not like the M4 in rush hour.
Walk as fast, or as slow as you like.
There are no credit cards, cashpoint machines or “cash-back” in this market.
Remember the days you counted your own money ?
It feels good to feel the money once again, passing it from hand to hand.
It’s all lit by sunlight… the good old fashioned way.
There is no tannoy system to announce a special offer on tangerines, tampons, and tulips.
No signs of cameras watching your every move as you secretly squeeze an orange, scratch your balls, or casually rub your fingers along a parsnip to check it is OK.
“Is that all, my love?” asks the fruit and veg man.
“Yes, that’s lovely, love.”
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