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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two. Her grey hair was pinned back and she wore a headscarf. She was stooped because she had a hump on her back.

“Come in lads, wipe yor feet now on the mat.’ a divven’t want me carpets getting dorty.’

 Both lads obliged then walked into the house. The place was tidy with lots of brass ornaments.

I’ve had to leave the fire off and I’m perished this mornin,’ will a be able to put me fireback on later.’

“Aye, we’ll have your fire back on for you hinny in no time at aal.’

“Now there’s going to be a bit of mess, so I would move aal your ornaments and stuff oot the way off the hearth and mantel piece because we are ganna stick some rods up yer flu there.’

The old lady slowly took down the brass ornaments and Willie lifted the coal bucket and the poker stand out of the way before placing a sheet up. Les attached the rods together and began to feed them up the hole in the fire that led to the chimney. Apparently the old lady reported smoke coming back into the house when she put the fire on. There was an almighty clatter as something dropped into the fireplace from behind the dust sheet. Once the rods had done their work they were taken out and dismantled and replaced into the sack that Les was holding. Then they removed the sheet to find the trouble of the blockage. It was a dead seagull it must have fallen down the chimney pot and got stuck. The fumes and smoke had killed young bird which just looked like a fledgling. It was black as the ace of spades and if it hadn’t been for the smoke it would have reeked. Les put the dead bird into a bucket then told the old lady that they would check the roof to make sure that no other birds could either nest up there or fall in.

“I’ll make you a cup of tea whilst you are up there said the old lady.’  She was called Phyllis Johnson and had lived in the house over forty five years.

“Righty oh Phyllis, said Willie as he walked down the path and unlocked the wooden stepladders from the van. ’He positioned them so he could climb onto the roof as Les brought the hen walk and passed it to Willie who carried it up the ladder then slid it near the chimney stack. The hen walk had a lip that could be hooked over the apex of the roof then the person climbing on the roof could then climb up the side of the slated tiles and then stand on the roof without falling.

“I’m going to need some compo Les; the stack looks like its hanging by a thread here; the bricks are all loose.’

“Give me a mo’ an al knock yer a bit up in a bucket.’

Les asked the old lady for some water and a touch of washing up liquid to stop the cement from drying up too quickly.

“Are you havin’ yer tea oot side or are yer’s coming in for it?’

“We’ll just drink it oot here hinny if you don’t mind.’

She placed two big white pots on a tray then brought them to the door as Les made up the compo.

Teas up Willick shouted Les.

“What did yee just call him?’

“We call him Willick, because he used to pick his nose at school and the name just stuck.’

The old lady let out a big belly laugh as Willie came down the ladder.’

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