Lewis's was one of the shops we always seemed to finish up in as a nipper with me mam. I remember that I'd start to get asthmatic and breathless in there. Usually while she was looking at hats that she'd never buy....mmmmmm -
this is turning into quite a therapy session.
Then, queuing for the 95 or 96 bus home. That 30 minute bus ride home to Fog Lane was like an eternity after shopping with me mam. One Saturday it'd be Longsight - the market for clothes and broken biscuits, and Mark Down's store, and Glass's where she got stockings or underwear or something; the next Saturday Lewis's in town. Every bloody Saturday. I was saved by her getting me a toy for 2/11d in Woolworths sometimes. Happy days? Mmmmm, not sure.