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TOFFEE APPLES IN THE SUPERMARKET


"Let me see . . . coffee beans, mushrooms, courgettes, cheeses, celery, cream . . . . We’ve got all those haven’t we, darling? Cereal? Ah, yes, it’s there. Oh, Earl Grey . . .? Did we . . .? Yes, good. Well, that’s about it, darling. Oh, Peregrine, look. Toffee apples on sticks! I used to adore them. Hang on to the trolley a sec while I get one each. We’ll eat them now . . . . Yes, I know I’m dotty, darling, yes, and shameless .  . don’t care .  . it’s fun . "

(Young Mrs Elliot-Jones and spouse, newly married and daring. Crunching toffee apples like a pair of kids on the way to the car park. FUN!)
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Sandra and Dilys exiting from the check-out with a couple of meat pies to eat for their lunch, and something else as well.

"No you didn’t see me get ‘em ‘cos nobody saw me get ‘em. I nicked ‘em. Dead easy. Gerron! It’s not reely stealing. Wot’s two toffee apples! Nothin’. I did it for a bit of fun. We’ll eat ‘em in school this afternoon . . . it’ll be fun."
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Old Mrs Fletcher, impeded by a bunion on her left foot, checked her wire basket (no need for a trolley) - -

"Tea-bags, sugar, large white loaf and fish fingers . . . . Oh, Gawd, look at them toffee apples. Reminds me of the night Albert popped the question proper. He brought in two toffee apples on sticks fer me and him. It wor Bonfire Night . . . remember it plain as day. Eeee I’ve ‘alf a mind ter tak a couple just for old times sake. Eeee, 20 p. each! That’s 40 p. Wicked! Should I . . .? Why not? It’s pension day. Be a bit of fun. Mek ‘im laugh p’raps . . . I will."
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Toffee apples, it seems are great levellers. Eve knew that, didn’t she!

 

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