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On holidays our daily walk to the little shop at Beachmere was a real treat. We bought sweets from the jars put into little white paper bags that were such a holiday treat for me and my sisters. Fishing for whiting may have just come first though after pumping out the yabbies on the mudflats. I...

I can recall in detail our tanned 'Bill the Breadman' with his cane basket, shorts with skinny legs, leather fold-over bag attached to his waist rattling with coins. That unforgettable overpowering smell of fresh bread. As Bill arrived on the backstep of the kitchen door, always friendly...

Never keep a narcissist as a friend.