Running the Gauntlet

Stevie Turner

For about the last 5 years or so, strategic planning has had to be in operation in order to pick up any Christmas fare which had been ordered back in November from our village butcher’s shop.  Let me tell you why:

At one time we would all queue up outside on the pavement on Christmas Eve waiting to enter the little Victorian-looking butcher’s shop so that we could pay and receive our fresh turkeys.  The queue would stretch for some distance along the road. There was always a general atmosphere of bonhomie, and staff from the butcher’s shop would move along the queue handing out mulled wine and mince pies.  None of us minded standing there and chatting, and it all added to the festive spirit.

This all changed a few years back when staff decided it would be better to stagger the collection times and reduce the queue.  Instead…

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