The Plumsteadshire rejuvenation masterplan has started. I see a billiant little deli with chairs and tables outside and handpainted signage (none of that new fangled backlit perspex rubbish). A fish-monger selling fresh swimming things bought early in the morning from Billingsgate. Said fish-monger would wear a straw boater, rosy cheeks and huge sideburns (this would apply if our fish monger is a lady too). A wet fish shop was trialed in our parish only a few years ago, but had nothing to sell me. We won't make this mistake again.
I see a community in full swing. We'll pass each other in the street and doff our hats and lay down our capes for genteel ladies.
One step at a time, I know, so a deli would be an excellent start. I'm there already.
"Four hundred grammes of thickly sliced chorizo please squire."