Thanks to the lovely listeners who had pointed me to the sad news that Hip Hip Hooray, Plumsteadshire's premiere cake and home bake emporium, is to close it's doors once and for all.
I absolutely love local shops and feel slightly bad that I haven't supported HHH. It's difficult though as I think the last time I tried home baking was in home economics at school. Baking just ain't my game. Of course, I could support HHH by buying a bag of self raising every month, but what if the local bobby on the beat happens to pop in for a friendly cup of tea and digestive? What if said police-person sees my larder full to the brim of white powdery stuff? I've seen Midnight Express and don't want to go there.
One of my lovely listener's had mentioned the old Post Office. I've had my eye on this place for a few years. Admittedly, I've made no formal enquiries, but had heard a rumour that Hip Hip Hooray tried to buy it once but failed. That building is just about the best spot. In fact, I think it is more desirable than The Ship. It is screaming for attention and repair, but it would be worth it. I don't know who owns it, but step forward now.