I can still remember taking DS1 (now 43 and wouldn't thank me for this) to the small Spar up the road; they had just got the "new" trolleys into which you could harness a baby. He was about 8 months old; his little face just lit up at the bright lights and the colours, and he chuckled all the way round. The woman at the till was also an army wife, and gave him a chocolate mouse. So every time we approached the till after that he would beam and say "Ankyou" hopefully. (Sorry, just remembered the last bit)
Shades of Sandy Denny...who knows where the time goes?
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