Tortoise v Matchbox
Simmonds the corn chandlers, suppliers of feeds for livestock and all manner of pet requisites. This was a magical place for a young lad, well for me at least. Along with bird tables, rabbit hutches and so much more, on the forecourt of the shop, there were often two cardboard boxes on display. These contained, in one, little tortoises, in the other were tortoises that were a bit bigger, the small ones were priced at half a crown (2s 6d) each. I vowed to get myself one of these, so began collecting every spare penny that I could get hold of. Once or twice I was even fortunate enough to acquire a threepenny bit towards my savings pot. My weakness was though, that every time my savings pot reached 1s 6p, I would take myself off up the High Road as far as Barratts the barbers. Not that I was keen to get my hair cut, but in his window were Matchbox toys and they were just 1s 6d each. I probably don’t need to tell you anymore, but I never did get a tortoise.