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As I walked down the street, everything around me came together to bring me back to my childhood summers. The first few notes of Ben Howard’s Old Pine set the mood, reminding me of summers past. Barely a car on the street, it felt as if time had stopped for a moment. For some reason, I have this feeling there were fewer cars when I grew up. The thing that really took me about 20 years back into the past was the smell of ripe plums on the ground, under the sun. It was a hot morning, despite the clock on my phone having just announced 8am. I paused for a moment, and took everything in. The sweet, thick smell of the plums, which I felt being squashed under my shoes; the smell of sunshine, the warmth on my skin. I could imagine hearing the cicadas, playing their summer song. My childhood summers were mainly spent in the country side, in the company of my cousins, my parents, and my grandparents. It’s funny how our …

There was a time…

One of the things I do remember the most about my time working at a certain retail store was the customers. I didn’t particularly like being a shop assistant. I liked being a shoe responsible a bit better, but it was more of the same really. I didn’t like my manager. My workmates were generally fine, except a couple of exceptions. The customers… Ah, that’s another story. I used to work in a posh area in London, and there were many ladies around during the week that thought we were there to be their servants. They would treat us like we were nothing, and we couldn’t say anything about it. I remember this lady coming into the store at 11am on a Tuesday morning, stinking of alcohol. They might have had more money than us, but they had pitiful lives that needed alcohol first thing in the morning. Many of these ladies were rude and dismissive. I didn’t like them one bit. I was usually polite and cheerful, despite their behaviour, but I hated when …