REGARDING Bob Perry’s butcher shop memories ( Boomer, September 11), I attended Goodwood Primary School, and most of my class lived in the same area.
Around the corner, there was butcher, and after 70-plus years, I can still recall his name, Mr Manuel. Six of us walked to and from school and the last stop each day was to go downstairs in the shop, where Mr Manuel made his smallgood items.
We were fascinated to watch him ply his craft. When he’d finished, he would say we deserved a lump of fritz. We all got a piece then he’d go back upstairs to serve and we’d go home satisfied.
Nothing like fritz, same today as it was then.
Rox Rosey Hayborough