A new cafe has opened up on Kennington Road, but it is something of an enigma. There is only one table inside and two paltry benches on either side of it. There is posh bread for sale, and posh cakes, organic things, some posh people fussing. I peer through the window at it, confused. I have done this on a number of occasions already but not gone in.
I remember as a boy when I used to run down Graham Road to buy some things in the local shop for my mum. One day the local shop was closed and I went a few yards further on to where another shop had recently opened. Its name was SPAR. I looked in through the window, confused. People were picking products up and putting them into metal baskets themselves, without the mediation of a shopkeeper. This was the first supermarket I had ever seen. I did not go in. I looked for a moment, then ran home. I was reminded of this when I looked in the confusing new cafe this morning.