It's about the retail habits of our Morrison's "super" market. It used to regularly stock this culinary aid to pudding making. Then it stopped and the rayon for pudding making aids now consists of 27 different, intensively pre-digested stuff in little packs, with more flavoured sugar than anyone even wanting to have type 2 diabetes could handle. Chris was told at first 'there is no call for Bird's Custard Powder in cardboard cartons'. Then she was told 'we don't stock it anymore'. This trend at our Morrison is becoming too familiar. Now there are no Knorr gravy pots!
Really, Chris would prefer Pearce Duff Custard Powder, made in its Bermondsey works. As a darling infant Chris would fall asleep watching from her bedroom window the huge neon sign flashing on and off 'Pearce Duff Custard Powder'.
This evening we attended a special CMBC Todmorden town development meeting (which is not to be confused with a public meeting) to discuss the proposal that our community adult education college be sold to Aldi to provide its new supermarket with ample parking. The college is 'not fit for purpose' and 'cannot be made so at reasonable cost'. Also, from head of educational services: 'the feeling is around that this kind of facility is no longer needed'. Aldi would provide a building for the children and youth services that currently use the college, but not the other community services which use the building. We were told that children and youth services were well pleased with this arrangement - obviously, they will have a sort-of purpose built office block without the interference of non-service users cluttering up the place.
The public were not happy and the chair had to tell people to shut up as this was not a public meeting. The councillors present voted 5 to 2 that the proposal should be considered by the next layer of democratically elected local government subject to satisfactory discussions and assurances from Aldi's negotiators. The 2 against were the only Todmorden councillors present beside the chair.
And so we are confirmed in our departure from this curious town on the very border of that fine county where these sorts of thing would never happen (not in a Booth's supermarket for sure). We're to move further down the upper Calder Valley, even 30 metres lower down, to where the rivers rise higher when flood waters sweep down from the lowering Brontë moors. Ted Huge's birthplace is just down road.
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