It's small and messy in the shop. Lots of things stacked everywhere. Beside the till there's a little pyramid of honey jars with hand-written labels. There's a whole wall of biscuits and sweets, but only one small fridge right at the back where all the milk and eggs and things are sort of jumbled in together. I don't recognise almost any of the packaging.

All the prices are hand-written. And there are lots of hand-written signs on the door, by different people, advertising things for sale like beds of furniture of dance lessons. The whole shop smells of crisps. It feels a little bit like someone has just made a fake shop in their living room, so that they can play at being a shopkeeper. But the food is real, and if it's got real food and it takes real money there's no difference between it and a real shop anyway.