When I was a child, my mother would only let us have sweets once a week, so imagine the excitement when "Saturday Sweet Day" came around. I can vividly remember the ceremony of my mum reaching to the top shelf of the corner cupboard and retreiving the small round tin, which was full of glossy colourful boiled sweets in slightly sticky cellophane wrappers.
As soon I was big enough, I recall dragging a chair across the floor to clamber up on the counter and sneak one for myself. But oh the guilt I've carried all these years - sorry mum!
On the occasions when I had pocket money burning a hole in my pocket, there was only one thing for it. A trip down to the village shop to agonisingly choose penny sweets in a paper bag before handing over my 10 pence piece.
But then as I grew big enough to see over the counter, sometimes I had a little more pocket money and I graduated to having a "quarter" of something from the jars that lined the back wall. Ooh rhubarb and custard...
So enough of my reminiscing, I've only gone and done a Pick 'n' Mix tea towel!