Lollies, Sweet

Times change, we expect that. And it’s easier to remember how it was then than how is now for so many reasons. Chief among these reasons, is that, we allow time to accessorise us with rose-coloured glasses through which we peer, as if, with our noses pressed hard up against a lolly shop window we experience once again the deliciously anticipated taste of our favourite lollies.

Sometimes the truth is more obtuse than that. We (well, me actually) simply prefer the taste of the old fashioned lollies and more particularly, it’s because we (read, I) know and love the taste of them.

There’s a lot to be said for simplicity in that respect. We know, therefore we believe. But like I said earlier, times change and so might we, sometimes. Myself, I would never stand in the way of a rabid humbug-lover or passionate toffee apple eater because it’s just not right! It’s not!

It is however, worth remembering that like-minded people tend to congregate in like-minded spaces and that change in the context of those spaces might indeed be halted to the extent of the passion.

Time warps like that are actually more common than you know. As for me, well, I think I like the idea of having the best of both worlds. I can abide change if it’s for the better but really, there is nothing like good old fashion English boiled lollies.

No-one ever said having your lollies and eating them too was a crime. Personally, I prescribe to that line of thinking as well, sweet!