The end of the Woolwich Street deli
They knocked down the last of our corner shop the other day.
In its former glory it was always a family business. There was a Chinese family – they sold the business when the grandfather got ill and wanted to go back to China. Then there was the Irish family – I occasionally tutored their teenage daughter in maths. Then there were two Vietnamese families. The last family had to leave when the owner of the property declined to let them keep the lease. They had to leave on short notice.
Then the building stood empty for a while. Finally some people moved in – we never met them, but they had a liking for heavy metal and painting graffiti on the outside walls. Somehow it wasn’t the same…
This went on for a couple of years. We could (literally) see the writing on the wall for the little old house.
Then, with very little ceremony, the wreckers moved in.
However it lives on in Google Streetview, a fading ghost of its former life as our once-reliable source of milk, newspapers and Allen’s mints.