There was a little bakery in Oxford Street, Penkhull.  They use to make bread and baps.  When there was a strike on at the big bakeries people were queuing down the street to get the bread.  During 'The Winter of Discontent' you were only allowed one loaf at the supermarket.  A woman who lived near me said "Well if I queue up and come through again can I have another loaf?", well she had 3 kids!

When we were young we had it off the bread man, Embrey's I think, we never made it.  You just left your money on the window sill and he'd leave the bread and take the money.

Bread today is a bit expensive!

 

Anne Young and Helen Goodwin