"A Quarter of Nodes Please"

I visited a dimly remembered sweet shop that existed in Burghmuir Road in the fifties. It was at the furthest point of my safety zone. The shelves were full of sweet jars and tins of biscuits. Quantities were ladled into paper bags at your request.
I stood wondering what choice to make.
This choice would effect the direction of my life for years to come, which probably meant forever.
With pardonable hesitation I pointed at a jar.
The choice has been made. .