We all have a local shop that we trust above all others, the go-to for the odd pint of milk, magazine etc. It’s the one that has earnt a place in our lives such that it is known only as “the shop”. I have one of these, and I’m ashamed to say that I have only just this week discovered what its actual name is. Chatfield’s News.
I just happened to look up as I was passing on my bike on the other side of the road. And there, above the awning, was the name of this shop that I’d only ever thought to call by its relation to me, much like a relative whose actual name you never use: Mum, Dad, Grandma.
And just as it’s actually quite nice when you really take in what your parents’ and grandparents’ names are, I would recommend you get on first-name terms with your “shop”. Next time I need to get a few bits, I’m popping down to Chatfield’s.