“No mam this is fine; that liver is tasty he said as he placed another forkful into his mouth and used the thickened onion gravy to wash over the mashed potato.’
“So how is my Grandson doing, I know I only saw him this afternoon but I get so excited. “
He’s fine mam honestly; they may be letting Shirley home in a day or two.’
“You look after that girl mind you, just because she looks fine doesn’t mean that she is. There will be a lot of sleepless nights so take your turn and give your wife so rest.’
“I will mam don’t worry.’
“You may find yourselves going to bed early because you will get no rest once young Jeffery finds out he has lungs to cry out.’
You must be a little hard and not pick him up every time he cries because he will cry all the more.’
I know it will be hard not too but you must or Jeffery will have your lives demented by his crying. The lack of sleep will have you both arguing as well. Ask your father; we had many a row over you.’
“Lesson learned I can tell you; and for God sake do not bring young Jeffery into your bed or he will never sleep in his cot.’
“I’m glad Dad came around and helped me put the cot up as I didn’t have a clue.
You could do me a favour though mam. The sister gave this list of stuff to get for Jeffery; could you get them for me.’
“Here give me the list and I will go tomorrow.’
Thanks’ mam; what would I do without you and dad.’
“God only knows son.’
Tom picked up his plate and rinsed it under the hot tap before washing it and placing it on the draining board along with his knife and fork. His mother poured him a nice cup of tea and placed two heaped tea spoons of sugar in it along with some milk and stirred.
“Here drink this.’
“Thanks’ mam, I might pop in to see Mickey; I haven’t seen him since Jeffery was born.
“Tom that was only a day ago.’
“I know but he is my mate you know.’
“He isn’t going to fall out with you because you haven’t seen him for one day.’
“I know that but I will just go over for an hour before going back home.’
He quickly drank his tea, kissed his mother on the cheek, and then headed down the passage.
He crossed the road and went to Mickey’s house. He was about to bang on the door when the door was opened.’
“Where you been asked his mate?’
“I called in at my mothers’ Mickey I was starvin’
“What! You work in your own bakery and your starvin’ Christ, I could eat pies and cake until they come out of my eyes.’
“Believe it or not mate you kind of get sick of them after a while.’
“Aye your reet there, when I first started the Grainer Market I was eating grapes, apples, plums the lot.’ noo I can’t be bothered to eat owt.’
“Look Mickey why don’t you set up a stall here in Shields instead of working your guts out in Newcastle. Look how far you have to cycle each day there and back when you could sell your own fruit right on your own doorstep.
Look I know the perfect spot.’