“Are you seeing her tonight?’
She wants me to move in with her but I don’t know mate; after Lucy I’m reluctant to give up my gaff and go and live with her.’
Well you have nowt now have you.’
There’s Bobby go and get us another pint.’
Bobby came in again then went to the bar; John was about to order and Bobby stopped him; leave this to me mate.’
He ordered another round and told Martine where he’d been.’
He ordered himself a pint and Martine looked at him seductively before saying.’
“Looks like someone’s staying over tonight.’
“You don’t mind do you?’
Of course not I want you to.’ I just wish you would stay for breakfast.’
“Maybe tomorrow Martine.’
“Good because my breakfasts are famous you know.’
“Yes, I used to cook breakfast for my father and he loved them.
“Tell me about your mother and father; you don’t speak much about them.’
“They divorced two years ago after forty years of marriage.’
“My father is a solicitor and now lives in London and my mother moved to Durham.’ She was a teacher and now spends her time working for the world wildlife fund.’
“Is she passionate about nature then?’
“Yes both my parents used to go fell walking in the hills every weekend that’s how they met.’
Dad was a member of St Edward’s fell walking club he had been a boy scout before that then he joined the fell walking team as a seventeen year old. My mother was only sixteen and they seemed to get on right from the start when ever my father was leading a team she would make sure that she was in his group. He then went to university in London and they never saw each other for four years Mum was doing her degree in Newcastle and you know how it is they both met other people and drifted apart.
When dad returned they met up again and mum and dad knew that they loved one another and they started seeing each other again and two years later father popped the question. Of course mother accepted and they were married. Two years later I came along. Then mum lost a son; something my father always wanted. They told her that she would have to have a hysterectomy to save her life which meant she could no longer have children. I don’t think dad ever got over the loss. He was withdrawn and he began to forget things; just little things at first. His job suffered because he was reliant on notes all the time. Then he was diagnosed with senile dementia in 1979 his condition became worse and he began lashing out in frustration. As much as mum wanted to help him he she found that he forgot who she was and would call her some terrible things in front of people. My father never swore ever and now he was using this foul language in front of her and his friends who knew dad wasn’t the man they knew. Mam had to have dad sectioned in 1983 he now resides at a home in Anfield Plain.’
Mother still goes every weekend to see him but he is lost Bobby; his mind is locked in some place where none can reach him.
“That’s an awful shame, Martine; I guess he doesn’t know you either.’
“Yes; I stopped going with mum last year and we fell out over it. We started to argue a lot and it was then I moved out and came here to live.’ My father left me an allowance from his pension that pays for the mortgage.’