Jumping aboard the airport bus I flew along past greenery tinged with golden leaves reflecting the bright sunshine, ploughed fields full of stubble glinting in the sun and overhead a deep blue Mediterranean sky. Another plus was the bus was neither full or held up on the way. I was in two minds about journeying out but I was keen to be outside and wished to visit the rich town and search the charity shops there for expensive goodies. Thus it was worth the risk of meeting women with far too many children on the bus and happily the risk did not transpire, few were to be seen and the only one in sight was being manhandled by a frustrated and very annoyed mum! Children are such a blessing!
As we headed for the town centre I noticed a charity shop unseen before. This one runs two ambulances for the terminally ill, taking them from home or hospital to Hospices it appears. Not a very cheerful occupation but one that must be needed by many people today.
The shop is compact and overflowing as such shops ought to be. The small space was full of an African family shopping as I was but for personal reasons not seeking items for wearing at the museum. They appeared to be more successful than I. However a rummage in the small crowded book area at the back forced me to acquire two more books, both urgently required as I am sure you understand, and while nothing else was suitable 75p for two books clearly was.
One thins was the helpful chatty girls running the shop. While it is crowded it is good to have friendly staff greeting customers. In fact the other shops I went into today did not provide such a response. One or two rather wary staff in one and a half smile in another, very disappointing in my view. Even the Oxfam shop, which usually provides a smiling staff, gave neither a bargain or anything I wished. Most unusual in my view. However I will return to the Audrey Appleton shop in the future and will look out for the one in Caesaromagus also!
This was an interesting sign to notice. There were several posted around the town and it is good to see an effort being made to remember the war dead, and not just for two wars, but for a hundred years. Well done Dunmow!
Our town appears to have done little if anything and the museum has failed to put on even a slight exhibition for the armistice. This caused a gentle argument in which I may have participated...
I am sick of shopping now...
Of course I may have upset one dour cashier myself, offering a ten pound note for £2 worth of goods and taking all her change. There again it was the Co-op and I notice that in almost every Co-op the service is poor and the staff unfriendly. Is it just me?