During the current Lock Down we have been looking daily for home delivery slots to avoid having to go out and line up in the car park. We haven’t been very successful but after fighting in the virtual queue we have managed to get one slot for 15th April.
This reminded me of Home Delivery when I was a boy.
Mr Tucson’s mobile shop had a very distinctive earthy smell of decaying vegetables – especially potatoes I seem to recall which was especially strong in the summer when it was warm and mixed with diesel fumes. He didn’t have a lot of stock on board, some boxes of wilting salad and vegetables, dusty boxes of cereal, some rusting tins of soup, spam, corned beef and baked beans and a rack of 1960s teeth destroying sugary sweets.