1. The centre of Preston was always known to me as “Town”, and to get to “Town” one caught the P1 bus.[a] In fact the P1 bus was the only bus I knew, and “Town” was the only possible destination that I was aware of.
[a] The P1 bus was predominantly brown in colour.2. In “Town” was the blackened stone building wherein one’s Mum queued at the tall wooden counter[b] to receive one’s ration of a medicine bottle of orange juice and one of cod liver oil.[c] Steven’s entitlement to these had expired, but to avoid his jealousy my Mum would let him share my orange juice. (Would then that I had been the older brother!)
[b] The tall wooden counter: That is, tall to me then.3. In “Town”, also, was the place of exquisite panic, the “prick shop”;[d] but more of this anon.
[d] The prick shop: See Medical matters.4. In “Town” I would sometimes want a wee, but at that age it was not considered unseemly for one’s Mum to let one hitch up one’s pants at the nearest kerbside grid for instant relief.
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