When I was a youngster in the 1960s I spent a great of time with my Grandfather. We used to go shopping together in Liverpool and, when my Grandmother was out of the way working in a Thornton’s shop, we would get up to all kinds of mischief. I was always sworn to secrecy of course but being the age that I was, I couldn’t keep a secret to save my life. During one of our expeditions over to Liverpool he lost me in a tailor’s doorway and the memory of that day still haunts me even after all these years.
Something rather amusing happened to me a few weeks ago. Something that made me laugh at the time and has since gone on to amuse me no-end. I had an hour to kill between appointments and so decided to call into Rita’s for lunch. I was sitting down eating my chicken and pasta when I over-heard an elderly couple sitting on the next table. They were complaining to one another about a lady they had witnessed breast-feeding her baby in public. “She shouldn’t be allowed to do that,” was their opinion of her outlandish behaviour.