When I were a young fellt, in dream tine, my mother would send me down t' corner store Ian" a
shim, and N come back ' five pounds o' potatoes, tmo loaves o' bread, three pints o' mix, a
pound o' cheese, a packet o' tea, an' as a dozen eggs, and a packet o' tobacco.
Yer can' t do that now.
Too many fcukin security cameras."