[MargaretR]

During my first few years at Accy High School I used to go for dinner every day to Peggys Cafe, with the niece of Peggy Morgan who owned it.
On non market days we were the only ones using it and we had to walk through the deserted Market Hall - deserted except for the butcher boys who were lined up on the gallery waiting for our arrival.
They bombarded us with wolf whistles and calls to 'come with me to the cellar'.
Being the well fetched up girls that we were, we pretended not to notice.