The End of Coalpit Lane

I sat down this morning with a pot of tea and my eye was drawn to an advertisement in yesterday’s Evening Post for Toupees at less than half price. Although at over six bob I think I’d better get used to my bald head. My brother Harry has a great head of hair. Even my Dad still has more than me. I wear my cap most of the time so it’s not noticeable. Business is still slow in the shop. I wonder if we’re in the wrong position. Folks with cash go to the swanky department stores in town. Folks with less cash go to the market in Sneinton for a bargain. Folks with no spare cash don’t worry about smallwares and the like. They need to spend every penny on food and rent. Mum and Dad’s shop is always busy. People will always need their daily bread, yet we can make do without a new lace ribbon for a bonnet.