Bob got up and went to the bandit where the man in a boiler suit had been playing on earlier he fed ten pounds in and pressed the auto button.
“Your result at Kempton the decision was up held and Luck Lady Linda had won.’
“Bugger, said Les that was never a steward’s enquiry that; its cost me a few hundred quid that has.’
“You can’t win them all Les said Bob Marshall who was standing at the end of the bar supping a double lambs navy rum.’ He downed his drink then picked up his paper from the end of the bar and thanked Brenda before leaving.’
Just then a familiar noise was heard as Bob scooped the jackpot on his last pound. He took the chitty from the machine to the bar and Brenda went into the till. “Can you hold on a minute Bob I will see Hud the steward.’ “There’s not enough in the petty cash to pay you.’
Brenda went through into the back of the bar to Hud’s office she asked him to go into the safe and get the money.
Bob collected all of his things placed them into his carrier bag and then drank his whiskey. Trevor put back the board and gave the pack of cards to his father to take home for next time.’
Brenda returned and counted the money out on the bar counter. He gave Brenda a fiver and told her to get herself a drink. Then he gave his son his betting slip. Here there’s a hundred and five quid to pick up; keep it and get some food in for your family.’
“Are you sure dad?’
“I wouldn’t be giving you it if I wasn’t sure. I have enough here.’
“I will get you all a drink on Tuesday when I’m in said Bob as he took his walking stick and walked to the exit where Linda was waiting.’
“Enjoyed yourself dad, Aye, it wasn’t bad.’ He never told his daughter that he’d given Trevor over a hundred pounds. Trevor and Linda did not see eye to eye.’
Linda pulled out of the car park and swung the car around to the right then headed for home.
“I’ve been Christmas shopping dad; I got a few presents for the kids and the rest of the family.’
“I hope that you didn’t spend a lot.’
“Things aren’t cheap these days dad and you cannot buy kids anything for less than twenty quid. A good selection box will cost you a fiver.’
“How much do I owe you then he grumbled.’
“I spent fifty pounds.’
“What there are only two grand kids?’
“That’s only twenty five pounds each dad. I’ve bought wrapping paper and all the Christmas cards plus a selection box and a small gift each from me.
“Alright, here.’ Bob handed over fifty pounds from his wallet then stuck the rest back into his jacket pocket.
“What would you like for your tea dad asked His daughter as they pulled up at the door?’
“Have we got any fish in the house?’
“Yes, there is some cod that I bought from Asda; I can do you fish and chips with mushy peas if you like.’
“Aye that’ll do.’
Linda got out of the car and helped her father inside.’
“Put the kettle on will you Linda; I fancy a cup of tea.’