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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“Are you not going to ring father he will be wondering what’s going on.’

“You ring him Bobby I cannot be bothered.’

“I think you are feeling depressed at the moment mother.’ Are you taking your medication that the doctor prescribed for you?’

“I forget to take them, anyway I’m not depressed. I’m sad yes, but not depressed.’

 Bobby contemplated having another glass of wine then thought better of it.’

He paid the bill then they left. “Shall we just walk back to the Villa son, I feel like walking.’

“Alright mother we will walk it’s only two miles down the road.’

“I don’t know how my mother lived here. I could never live in a place like this.’

“Gran certainly loved it though.’

Yes she did, I’ve always wondered why she always talked about this place.’

“It obviously holds some memory or two.’

“I don’t think that she ever came here with my father; I’ve seen all of the holiday photos and they were all taken in Alcudia I think.’

“Maybe some of those letters might hold the key to the why’s and the where fors.’

“I don’t want to read my mother’s private letters. You read them if you wish.’

They crossed the main road and walked up a dirt track then turned right into the street. Several cats were climbing into the waste bins and fighting over the scraps of food the roads were filthy with discarded rubbish mainly dropped by English tourists who had no respect for the country that they now found themselves in.

They saw an old couple sitting out on the balcony it was still about twenty five degrees and it was ten o’clock at night. They waved and Bobby waved back at them. There was a lot of ex- pats living in Spain and a lot of criminals too, some who were on the run from the police. It was a drug dealer’s paradise where cannabis resin and cocaine were bought and sold by unscrupulous people in night clubs all over Spain. These people lived the high life alright, you could spot them a mile off as they were either drove around in stretch limos or white Mercedes Benz.

When Bobby reached the street where the villa was situated. He looked around nearly all the residents were British. Ironically they flew the union jack outside on flagpoles. Bobby opened the wrought iron gates and let his mother in where she opened the door to the villa.

The inside had the marble tiled floor there was a sofa bed where his gran slept most of the time. There was a table near the sink with a micro wave oven and an electric kettle and a small fridge.

Down the passage was a bath and shower room and there was a separate toilet. There was two bedrooms one had two single beds and the other a double. They looked like they’d never been slept in.

Bobby made his mother a cup of tea and a cup of hot chocolate for himself. He found that drinking tea and coffee kept him awake at night.

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