When I was 15 I started my first proper job at Sainsbury’s supermarket in Commercial Road.
For a few hours after school and a further six hours on a Saturday, I’d be there stacking the shelves.
My job title of replenishment assistant sounded far more glamorous than it actually was.
Sometimes I’d have to go on the checkout but I never looked forward to this as I’d often get stuck when fruit came down the conveyer belt.
They didn’t use stickers back then so it would be up to me to work out the difference between a Granny Smith and a Golden Delicious so I could charge the customer the correct amount.
The odd looking exotic fruits puzzled me even more.
Now, 13 years later, I’m still none the wiser.
Caitlin has a basket of play fruit and veg, including the expected red apple and bunch of bananas.
But what looks like a cucumber could easily pass for a courgette, and I couldn’t work out why one of the apples was an orangey-pink, until I realised it was probably a peach.