One glance, one glimpse of the colour, the lettering and you are there, a real walk down memory lane. Household names, happy memories, childhood treats, childhood games, it all comes flooding back………….. Nor sure if I want it to really, its all so long ago, but I have to say these packages bought back happy memories. When I would be sent up the corner shop to buy 2 eggs, not 12….. and sugar weighed out exactly to your need, 2 ozs and in a thick blue paper bag. A cup of hot bovril was my favourite, sweet things made me feel sick, when I came in from the cold and snow with freezing cold soggy mittens. . My grandmother would come and cook us syrup sponge pudding sometimes on a sunday, and bring biscuits with iced animals on. Mum always baked a pie, apple mostly with birds custard r and it was my job to mix the powder, some sugar and milk together in readyness for mum to pour on the hot milk……….. Yuk custard, blancmange, rice and set egg custard, jelly, ice cream to me were absolutely revolting, but nonetheless all this still makes me smile.
