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South Woodford Village Gazette<br />
DD’s 62 nd Woodford Diary<br />
Some South Woodford scribbles from DD,<br />
our resident diarist and observer of all things<br />
local. Illustrated by Evelyn Rowland<br />
Doris took me to The King and I. At<br />
the London Palladium. Doris is 90,<br />
only I’m not supposed to mention it<br />
to anyone. She usually wears a velvet hat.<br />
I met her in the butcher’s last month. At<br />
least, I was in the butcher’s and she was<br />
heading past the butcher’s at purposeful<br />
high speed in the direction of Woolworths.<br />
Doris uses a stick to good effect. Not so<br />
much to lean on or to steady herself. More<br />
for brandishing. Other pedestrians tend to<br />
clear a path. I called out. She changed course<br />
instantly and lurched in amongst the steaks<br />
and sausages. Dave had already weighed<br />
up my kidneys but he sensed an imminent<br />
hiatus and moved on temporarily to the next<br />
customer. “Thanks so much for shouting at<br />
me,” says Doris, a bit out of breath. “I don’t hear<br />
too well these days. People have to shout. Do<br />
you ever manage to get out to the theatre? I’d<br />
like to take you. Not next week. In about three<br />
weeks. Give me time to book. I’ll write to you.<br />
Then you can let me know what you want to<br />
see.” Doris shouts too. Her normal voice might<br />
strike others as a touch dramatic. A wonderful<br />
reader in her day, with carrying power even in<br />
the open air. So, there we were, the two of us,<br />
shouting at each other in the butcher’s. And<br />
everyone knows we are going to the theatre.<br />
At this point, observant and in particular, any<br />
long-standing readers will have realised that I<br />
have gone back down Memory Lane. George<br />
Lane still, of course, but in the days of Dave<br />
the Butcher and Peter the Greengrocer, the<br />
Pet Shop and the Gift Shop and Woolworths.<br />
Before the arrival of the International<br />
Supermarket or the tattooists or Creative<br />
Biscuit or glorious Greggs or ‘Our M&S Food’.<br />
Surely, it’s OK in this Christmas edition to<br />
indulge in some shameless nostalgia? Doris<br />
was, after all, a South Woodford phenomenon.<br />
A successful businesswoman. Worked in the<br />
City in her younger days. She lived in Pulteney<br />
Road, I seem to remember. She was the<br />
treasurer of a charity I helped with. It was she<br />
who handled all our connections<br />
with the Charities Commission.<br />
At one point, she told us, they<br />
informed her that from<br />
then on she would have<br />
to submit all our financial<br />
statements in a different<br />
format and ‘online.’ She let<br />
them know immediately, and<br />
I’m sure politely, that she was<br />
90 and would continue to<br />
submit her figures on paper<br />
and in the usual way. I don’t<br />
think we heard any more<br />
about it. I’ll never know really<br />
how it happened that she<br />
invited me to the theatre.<br />
Perhaps she recognised my<br />
situation in my long-term<br />
carer role and wanted to<br />
give me a treat.<br />
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