He wrapped some plaice, cod, haddock, and Huss. In some newspaper then handed it to his cousin?
“Thanks Eddie; you should drop in and I will cook tea for you.’
As long as it’s not fish then fine; I used to take fish home every night but now I rarely eat it with working with it all day long.’
“I sell it to the neighbours now; it gets me a few pints at the weekend though.’
“Come tomorrow as Tom is working at Archers the bakers he will give you some bread buns, and pies to take home.’
“I will make you a nice hotpot for your dinner, how’s that?’
“Sounds nice, what time should I come around?’
“Just come after work Eddie.’
“What time does George get in?’
“About six o’clock Eddie.’
Right then I will be around at six thirty; I will pop home and changed first; I mean you don’t want the place stinking of fish do yer.’
“That’s fine Eddie.’
“I better go by the time I get round the shops and get back it will be time to start the dinner.
“See you tomorrow then Agnes.’
“Bye Eddie.’ Edward was her mother’s sister’s son.’
They grew up together and even went to the same school. He used to stick up for her when she was picked on because had rickets and had to wear a calliper on her leg for many years. She had many operations to not only fix her legs but the curvature in her spine as well.
She was almost when she no longer had to wear the leg braces but she would still have a slight curvature in her back.
She walked along to the end of the road and walked slowly up Tanner’s bank.
Walking back to Nile Street she went into Atkinson’s the fruit and vegetable merchant and bought the vegetables that she would need to make the hotpot.
She had already been to the butcher shop where John Bowman had sold her some stewing beef and lamb to make the hotpot with and some bacon bones and lap to make a pan of broth with. She would prepare the broth tomorrow in the big pot as it always tasted better the day after.
She bought some Bramley apples to make an apple pie with as well. She would serve it with custard. The bags were now heavy and her fingers ached with the weight the circulation was being cut off as she walked down Saville Street to the turn off to her house.
Agnes breathed a sigh of relief as she reached her door then pulled the key through the letterbox and opened the door.
She set the bags down on the table then filled the kettle. She would have five minutes sit down before unpacking. She worked some life back into her lifeless fingers of her right hand they were white no as all the blood had almost disappeared the straps on the carrier bags had cut in leaving welts upon the skin on her hands. She emptied the teapot as the clock in the kitchen sounded the quarter past the hour chime it was now quarter past five and in another hour George would be home for his dinner as well as Tom.
When the whistle blew Agnes filled the teapot then covered it with the cosy.
She placed all the fresh vegetables in the larder along with the stewing beef and lamb. She covered it over with a cloth then took out some pork sausages and then an egg to