The chippy's still there, though the old sweet's shop's a barbers.
When I started going into the sweet shop in the sixties, it was called Mrs. Taylor's.
You could take a short cut to Moor End if you went through the ginnel, that ran between the sweet shop and the doctor's surgery, which is now the dentist's.
It only sold sweets.
All the usual jars, coconut mushrooms, humbugs, mint imperials etc., and a few boxes of chocolates for the rare adult.
Two glass cases of penny sweets, for her more usual, tiny customers.
She must have had the patient of a saint.
'One, no two white mice please Mrs. Taylor, and one Black Jack, some Spanish shoelaces, one shrimp please, and I'll have the rest in gob stoppers.'
