Yesterday, I mentioned our shopping trips over to Liverpool with my Grandfather (who I always called, Da) as a child. Well, at the risk of Chimpton accusing me of being obsessed with toilets, it reminded me of another story, I thought I would share with you all. Da and I used to travel over to Liverpool, occasionally in the car or more often we undertook the puff-puff and chuff-chuff run as we used to call it. That meant we got the train down to Woodside and the ferryboat over the Mersey. I cannot recall which of the train or the boat chuffed and which one puffed but that was what we called them back in the day. Ostensibly we travelled over to pick my grandmother up from work but in reality it was so my grandfather could look around the tailor’s shops – as described yesterday.