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i worked the Sheffield branch as a Saturday girl in 1971.

the co-op used to come round and get my mum's order then deliver it. They gave her a blue book with carbon paper so that she had a copy and so did they. She once went mad because she'd ordered cirio tinned tomatoes and they brought another brand!

i went to Mylnhurst Convent School 1962-1968. For a time, Patricia's daughter Dominique Haynes also attended. She was living with her grandparents.

I remember the wool shop now. My mother used to buy her wool there and my grandmother used to visit the hairdressers. There was a corner shop at the top of Warner Road and my grandmother used to send me there for large potatoes to make chips!

Next to Hawksworths there used to be a baker's shop. My mum used to buy me a mini Hovis loaf from there and some potted meat. She used to have a Sally Lunn!

The sweet shop on Dixon Road was Hawksworths. Mrs Hawksworth lived there with her son. After she died the shop closed but he still lived upstairs for many years. Iy now looks derelict. When I was a kid (1962) my mother used to send me to Hemmings on Marcliffe Road (near junction with Wadsley Lane) for a pound of best butter from a barrel and a quarter of loose leaf tea. There use to be a drapers at the bottom of Wadsley Lane, opposite the Park Hotel. There was a fruit shop next to it where my grandma worked and she always got stung by wasps in late summer when the plums were in season. as a child I also went to Dr Rosenfield on Langsett Road - he always gave me Dolly Mixtures. We then moved to Dr Baker on the corner of Marlcliffe and Far Lane. His son committed suicide and then he and his wife died in the Tenerife aircrash. He was a lovely man. On Middlewood Road, just round the corner from Wadsley Lane, there was a record shop. I bought a copy of the Rolling Stones "Let's Spend the Night Together" there in the mid sixties.

we might have if we'd got a chance to eat!

If my mum was shouting my dad would say she sounded like a "common vardyke". Nobody seems to know what this is or even heard of it. His actul words were "you're nowt but a common vardyke".

Booked table for 4 at Seven Spices Indian restaurant in West Bar for 9pm. Stressed we wanted to sit down at this time. When we got there we were told there was no table available and to sit in the bar area. Checked when it would be available and told a few minutes. Kept being told this until 9.30pm when we left and went elsewhere. They were not apologetic and just shrugged at our complaints. What is the point of booking when they don't honour that booking? Other restaurants manage to work a booking system. Appalling service and we won't return and neither will any of our friends.

When my mum used to shout at him, my dad said she sounded like a "common vardyke". Nobody seems to know this word - any clues? Also told her to "get down Dixon Lane" where the market used to be.

I am looking for a builder. Does anyone know anything about Clayborn Construction? Thanks.