My mother used to work at Catlows when they were at the top end of broadway......the Catlow brothers used to take pity on my Mum because they knew she had 7 of us. They used to give her bags full of bruised apples...we didn't care that they were bruised and used to eat them like they were going out of fashion - my mother used to tell us off by saying 'do you think those apples grow on trees?' and we would all fall about laughing at the ridiculous question.
We used to get black bananas too......I think I was about 14 before I realised that bananas were yellow
