Here are some pictures of the corner shop I used to love so much, that is, until they put the price up on a 2L bottle of milk.


I still like the signage, the lolly machines and the grubby public phone just outside - they make me so nostalgic for the corner shop of my childhood in the 1980’s. As does the sight of a loping 13-year-old on his BMX, sent down to the shop by his mum to get a loaf of bread. No-one else can put sulk and angst into bike riding with a loaf of bread dangling from the handlebars.

But new owners have put the price of milk up to $3.53, and they’ve halved the range of cold drinks on offer. It’s not the same anymore, since now I argue with myself about whether to go there or to Bilo which is only about 400m further up the road.

I hate it when things change.