You’ve taken me back to the 70’s, when I sang and danced down all the way down to the ‘wee shop’ at the bottom of the street. “Can I see the trays, please?”, I asked politely. Then for the next ten minutes, I drooled as I decided what I wanted most. Trays of sweeties ranging from ½p, all the way up to the extravagant 5p assortment. So hard to decide. Flying saucers that melted, leaving a fizziness on your tongue. Lollies. Parma violets. Fizzy Lizzies. Lovehearts. Drumsticks…
 Swizzels, you were part of my childhood. It was a good one!


Liz Sirrell