Little love, a little sympathy

Someone brought sugar lumps into the office, I'm not sure who, because I see the shopping list for kitchen extras.... but they are going down a bomb.  SJ can tell us who eats the sugar lumps because their use increases depending on who is in the office. 

When I was little, there was a cafe in town called Curries.    (The son of the owner disappeared .... completely)

They had one side of the cafe - where the young things hung out.  (I was too young to hang out in there... I normally went in with my gran and we sat in the right hand side, where it was lighter and brighter, and sugar lumps wrapped in paper were in little glass dishes on the table. 

My gran would let me steal a wee packet of sugar to put in my pocket and I would carry that wee double sugar lump in my pocket til we got to the top of Portland street, where it became Dundonald Road.   There there was a low field gate - and behind the gate, two or three horses. 

The other side of their field backed on to the school . 

I would extract the sugar lump from my pocket and feed in, flat handed to the horse of choice for that day .

The police station now sits where that field was, Curries is a Chinese Takaway in the "young" side, and a Charity Shop on the other. 

I miss these things. Sugar lumps will forever remind me of them