Every day for the past couple of weeks I've heard the same patter coming from Manny's veg stall outside.
"'Scuse me mate - what are these?"
"What are they? Whaddayou do with 'em?"
"Fresh nuts, like Hazlenuts. Bang 'em with an 'ammer then eat them. I use one of me weights here. Keep me own supply."
Last week my mum bought me some. We know what they are. We used to pick them from the hedgerows in Wales. They taste delicious, really milky and sweet.
I bought a bag yesterday from Manny.
"Every day someone asks me what these are and what ya do with them."
I know Manny. I've heard the patter.
Later that day I gave a pocketful to my man Toe B.
"Do you want some of these?"
"What are they? Whaddayou do with 'em"
I'm exhausted...but the nuts are keeping me going.