It was a crisp autumn morning – cheese and onion – when Thaddeus took a detour on his way home from work. There were workmen digging up the footpath, and whilst Thaddeus liked a good trench as much as the next person (if the next person was also keen on trenches) but the workmen’s enthusiasm for their work made the place impassable.
And so he passed a shop he had never really noticed before, called Sweet Nibbles. It was an “Olde Worlde” sweet shop, with jars in the window, and a tipped basket spilling a cornucopia of goodies onto a check cloth.
The door even had a little brass bell on a spring which make a Beatrix Potter-esque tinkle as he entered, which made him smile.
behind the counter stood a young woman with all the womanly attributes which can be attributed whilst standing behind a counter fully dressed. She wore a striped apron, the strings of which were wrapped and tied at the front, emphasising her waist, and struggling around her bazooples.
“Can I help you?” she asked, her voice dragging his gaze higher for the first time. It was a soft, sweet, rich voice, like the sort of sticky toffee pudding which is served in expensive restaurants. And the view at the higher level was very good too, though less squashy.
“I haven’t been in here before” he replied, looking around for a moment
“I know” She said quietly, “but we can change that.”
“Er…yes….well…” he hesitated
“What kind of sweets do you like?” she asked but he was looking around a little nonplussed (maths had never been his strong point) so she continued
“Do you like hard or soft sweets?”
“Errr…”
“Hard or soft?” she asked again, gently, and with emphasis
“Do you like something to…chew, or do you prefer something to…suck?”
He turned and looked straight at her, seeing clearly for the first time (a localised bank of fog having just cleared)and taking in her full, sour-cherry lips, her liquorice-black hair, and her eyes which were as dark as violet creams.
“I’m a sucker, really” he said with a chuckle
“I thought so” she said, bustling round the end of the counter and heading in the direction of the jars of hard sweets like a small ship in full sail.
Thaddeus could not help but notice the effect of the tightly wrapped apron on the back view as well: it was like watching two fudge footballs wrestling, and he decided there and then that he would also like to try some soft sweets.
She reached down a jar, twisted the lid and offered the contents to him.
“I always like a good gobstopper”
He shook his head. Audrey put the lid back and replaced the jar. “Just have a look around and tell me if you see anything which takes your fancy”
She stood back a little, the light through the window shining on her hair, curled like pontefract cakes, and gleaming on her tasty expanse of marshmammaries.
“When I was a kid I used to love flying saucers, and jelly beans”
“Aaah” she replied, “But you’re older now. Perhaps you are ready to move on to something more…. sophisticated?”
“yes” he agreed, but hesitantly. “I’m still partial to Curly Wurlies”
“You’re not alone!” exclaimed Audrey. “Young lads never grow out of that, despite the current popularity of brazilian nuts”
He laughed and agreed “You never forget your first experience with a curly wurly”
“You’re quite a traditionalist in many ways aren’t you?” Audrey asked “What about milk bottles? – Mind you, they’re more chewy, and you said you preferred something to suck on”
“Oh no, I love milk bottles!” Thaddeus declared, having been thinking of little else for the last few minutes “Though I always suck on them too!”
“Mint balls perhaps?” Audrey suggested. Thaddeus smiled proudly and assured her they were in tip top condition.
“I haven’t had a dip-dab in ages” Audrey was shocked by this, and promised to put things right.
“Do you want dip-dab, or a fountain?” she asked; she could offer both
And as she turned towards him their eyes met, introduced themselves, and agreed to coffee later. Her fulminating jubblies heaved in anticipation, causing Thaddeus to gaze down at their marshmallowyness. It was no good; hard it had to be.
But a mixed bag is always better – something for everyone. Thaddeus always went on the hard side when choosing something sweet, and he knew he wanted to get in her snickers. Audrey just had time to flick the notice on the door from OPEN to CLOSED before they settled down to try all the goodies in the Jamboree bag…