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Kev Heafield's avatar

Lovely article. Lived in Chorlton in the 70s which had an old-fashioned "Polish grocers store" serving those who had stayed on after the war. Main memory is you had to queue for a very long time to pay as the shopkeeper knew everybody and treated them all as if they had popped in for a cup of tea and a natter.

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horace's avatar

Great article. i'm off to the sklepy for lunch now for sure!

"I would self-consciously ask questions about products in the proper way, ‘Czy Pani ma…?’ ‘Does the lady have...?’ and would be greeted with bemused looks from shop workers, who wondered why an eleven-year-old sounded like they were in their eighties. "

I loved this bit so much. Thats exactly how i feel when speaking my dated 1970's tinged french, passed down from my mum.

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