I was reminded of the feelings of longing I had each time I passed the kiosk by what I have just read in Kathleen Hey’s diary, as she describes a few days’ holiday in
“There were queues at all food shops, some serving customers (residents) at one counter and visitors at another. By the time a woman on holiday has shopped for her family the morning will be gone. There are no cigs, sweets or matches though many of the windows are attractively dressed with dummy boxes.”
I still have some of this longing for chocolate which must have been sparked by the dummy boxes in the empty kiosk all those years ago. Give me a box of chocolates now and I am hard put not to finish it at one go.
Thus are we all conditioned by what happens to us in our childhood.