It must have been around 1971 that some shops stopped observing Good Friday
and remained open for business. I remember my mother becoming very annoyed by it
and to show her contempt took part in a church organised procession down the High Street
for several years following. Now the only thing that is obviously different on Good Friday is that the postman doesn’t call.
Well maybe not just the postman, our Labour parliamentary candidates stopped banging on doors too. But not the lady in blue.
My mother would have given Anna a piece of her mind for calling on such a Holy day.