“You’ll give me heart attack!” I protested as she jumped on me thingy for the second time in an hour in pit office wi clerks and that trying to look t’other way. “And all thee stuff will be mine,” she said her eyes ablaze. Chuck her out and the kids, send em down work house.”
“You callous bastard!” she said, “They’re your bloody kids.”
“Not a shit o good none of em,” I admitted, “e should kick the bloody lot out.”
“Thing is,” Lucy said, “If we moved in that nice three bed down Abbotoire Road as I got me eye on.”
“Yes?” I said, “We could let big house out as flats, send the older girls down pit, lend youngest to chimney sweep, and set our Mam up in her own whore house and charge her rent.”
I were gob smacked. I own pit and village of Blagthorpe as it happens, I has a reputation you see.
