My eldest child was born almost 24 years ago at the Mothers Hospital in Lower Clapton Road, since demolished and replaced by Mothers Square. I lived in Homerton at the time and barely knew the neighbourhood where my daughter was born and I now live. Following her delivery and the departure of her visiting grandparents I wandered outside and down the street, waiting, I suppose, for the significance of the morning's events to sink in. Also, I was hungry. This is the shop I went into, just before the traffic lights at the junction with Urswick Road. I wish I could remember what I bought there. Anyway, I've always remembered the shop, and taken my custom there again from time to time. Judging from the estate agent's sign, the refit it's undergoing prefigures a change of owner and, probably, of use. That's slightly poignant for me: a little fragment of my past erased. By never mind, I still have my eldest daughter. I fact, she's visiting just now and she too is glad to have had a last look at the Gulluoglu bakery before it disappears.
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