LIKE MOTHER LIKE SON

The story focuses on three families. The Kinnear's, The Millsap's, and the Owen's. All different. They live very different lifestyles. Albert Kinnear the Librarian, who's parents came from Swindon but live in Pinetree Gardens, his father Jack is an engineer. He is a keen gardener and Pigeon fancier. Albert meets the daughter of Charlie and Elizabeth Millsap. They live on Kenton Road, in a bought property. He also is a pigeon man who has wangled his way into a chairman's job. he is a welder down the docks. No one is good enough for their daughter and they resent the relationship between Laura and Albert. Then there is William Owen(Willick) a roofing builder who lives in Cedarwood Avenue with two son's and a daughter. Alan is a jack the lad; he will sleep with any woman given the chance. Harry the youngest is a joiner and the brains in the family. Evelyn his daughter is twenty five and her father is pushing her to meet a man and get married so he can have grandchildren.

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“At least yer won’t forget the kid’s birthday will yer.’

 “Stop talkin’ aboot kids will yer.’ Here gan and get us a stiff whiskey I think I need one.’

Vic went to the bar he order two pints and two double whiskeys.

“What’s the matter wi Alan said Judith Macey who worked behind the bar. He’s got a face like two slapped arses.’

He’s alright Jude, a couple more of these doon his neck and he won’t give a shit aboot anything.’

Vic brought a tray with all the drinks on and Alan downed the whiskey in one.’

“She wants a fiver a week.’

“You’ve gotten of lightly mate; it’s a small price to pay.’ Maybe now you won’t play wi fire anymore.’

“Thanks for the emotional support yer twat.’

“Any time mate.’

 

 

 

 

Evelyn Owen had been sent to Johnny’s shop at the bottom of Cedarwood Avenue to get a loaf of bread in for the lads bait as there was none left in the house. The kids from the neighbourhood were swinging off the lamp post whilst others played bays. A noisy game of football was being played further down the street with what looked like a busted case ball. Every time it was kicked it made a popping noise. The scruffy kids seemed oblivious to it as they got excited every time someone got near to scoring past some old clothes that were being used as the goals. Kids with sand shoes that had seen better days and had holes in the rubber soles long shorts held up with a snake belt and no shirt on raced up and down the streets with the ball. Evelyn crossed the road then walked very quickly to the shop. It closed on a Sunday at one and did not open again until six o’clock.’

She noticed a young man running up the street with a black singlet and a pair of track suit bottoms. On his feet were a pair of heavy pit boots. He was shadow boxing as he went past her and she looked over at him. He turned around and caught her staring and he began to run back towards her.’

She quickened her step but the man was up level with her in a flash.’

“Hello he said who are you, I’ve never seen you around before.’

“I’ve never seen you either; won’t you be late for wherever you’re going?’

“No I always have time for a pretty girl.’ What’s your name anyway?’

“Why what’s it to yer?’

“Nothing really; it’s just when I meet someone I like I like to know their names so if we meet again I can say hello. My name is Michael, Michael Clements.’

Hello Michael Clements, my name is Evelyn, Evelyn Owen.’ Now you know so I will be sayin’ goodbye to you.’

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