Mr. Brown tried to lean on the bar in a manner he hoped indicated that this was something he did often and was entirely comfortable with. He had arrived early, far too early, and now in his nervousness had almost drunk the pint of bitter he had ordered. Just as he was wondering whether he could cope with a second, fortune smiled on him (sort of). Cyril Mason sauntered in through the doors and made a beeline.
Month: May 2026
‘I’m not going back,’ Davey, for the umpteenth time, told his Mum and Dad across the scullery table on Monday evening.
Early Saturday lunchtime saw Bill and Davy catch the bus across the town to the football club. Bill had told Davy that he no longer had the van as he had handed his notice in at work after an argument with the boss. Davy knew different but had nodded. He also chose not to comment on Bill’s assertion that he would soon find another job.
Ethel Chadwick stood on the pavement watching somewhat vacantly the bus from which she had just alighted disappear around the corner. She sighed, then stooped to pick up two big bags of groceries, one in each hand (for balance she used to say) and began the trudge to her street and her home. It had been a long day and she had agreed to work overtime that evening to help re-arrange some of the counters in the Woolworths where she worked as a floor supervisor. They would be glad of the extra money, what with the rent on their small terrace house going up again, but …………
