ABSTRACT
Introduction When I was16 years old, I had a Saturday job working on Mr Bowring’s fruit and vegetable stall on Peterborough market. I worked from six in the morning until six at night and all for £4.50. After I got used to the early start and the long day, I came to enjoy the noise and bustle of the market, with its bright colours and the smells of fruit and vegetables. I liked it best when it was not too busy, so I could chat with the girls on the sweet stall next to us, go for a walk and look at what was going on. Mr Bowring, however, liked it when it was busy, with lots of customers waiting to be served, and he would constantly be telling me to pay attention, to concentrate and not to turn my back on the customers.
