My mind often wanders to happy teenage ties when I’m at a loose end. There is a saying that you shouldn’t go back to favourite haunts, and sometimes this is true, especially if you’re trying to escape from a sad episode engulging you. I have found though that this isn’t always the case and on a recent trip to the small village I grew up in, I rediscovered some of the lovely old fashioned things I took for granted way back. The little family pharmacy where I was Saturday and holiday girl is still there but now swallowed up by a major chain. It still sells beauty products, the very same makes I used to try out and convince customers to buy – having wonderful skin and pretty strawberry blonde hair, I was a natural for sales. I’m forever grateful to the original owner who taught me much in my very formative years.