We have had a proper family butcher around the corner ever since we moved here in the 1980s - they were the first people I told about my diagnosis as I went in to order a load of meat for the freezer.
My husband called in to get some sausages and discovered that they were closing the next day.
Apparently the owner, who is elderly has not been very well, and the two younger men must be close to retirement age or even past it, have been feeling the strain of keeping things going without him.
My grandsons will miss the sausages, as that was always their first question when we arrived 'Have you bought some sausages?' right from when they could manage to say 'sausages' - with general joyful jumping up and down with cheering when I said 'of course'.
Ah well - perhaps I can roast a chicken instead.
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