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Five roads converge on one point in the village, directing the villagers to the
little shop which sits there, a demure and unpretentious structure. The day
starts quite early at the shop with the arrival of secondary school children
requiring crisps and fizzy drinks to sustain them during their wait for the
school bus.
After a while the next group arrives pushing prams and buggies. Older brothers
and sisters have been deposited at the village school and there is time to take
in the village shop in a leisurely walk to the playgroup. Only the walking is
leisurely; the conversation is brisk, animated, vital; their actions alert,
demonstrating an enviable command of logistics as, in addition to the babies in
prams, they cope with wayward small children, some walking, some on bikes, some
pushing dolls prams. Hardly any time elapses before the next group appears.
Older people, women clutching purses and shopping bags, men, also with shopping
bags, clearly enjoying the walk, purposefully heading towards the little shop.
On pension day quite a large queue forms. Until the shopping is completed,
concentration is unbroken; but that done, conversational little groups form in
and around the outside of the little shop, and along the five diverging ways
from the shop.
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