A life in letters: Notarianni’s

Diagonally across the road junction from the flat my mother grew up in, on the corner of Forrest Street and Motherwell Street in Airdrie there was an ice-cream shop which I believe was still open when I was a child, a purveyor of ice-cream cones, which my grandfather called ‘pokey hats.’  The local wits dubbed the business ‘Snottery Annie’s’ simply I’m sure from their love of language and not through any desire to cast aspersions on the standards if hygiene behind the counter. Notarianni’s premises later became a Chinese Restaurant.