Walking through the market was like walking through a labyrinth. You would go round a particular way and the tuffy stall was one of the first that we’d pass, with its bags of toffee for 50p. I think it was a tease to say, “Behave yourself and we’ll go back to it.” If we were really, really good, we were allowed to open the bags on the street, but usually, because it was so sticky, mum didn’t like us to have it until we got home. It must have lasted us the entire weekend. Getting that bag of toffee was definitely the highlight of going to the market.
The children can remember the chocolates and sweets from the stall, buying them to put them in jars so they had treats to eat throughout the week. There were big bags of broken biscuits and broken Dime bars. You used to get twenty for a pound, when Dime bars first came out.
We also used to go to the tuffy stall – the broken biscuit stall. The stallholders didn’t used to wear gloves, they just went straight in with their bare hands. A lot of the biscuits were out of date, but we weren’t too bothered – none of us died from health and safety!