Her had a kid already, Lucy. Chuck her out and the kids, send em down work house.”
“You callous bastard!” she said, “They’re your bloody kids.”
“Not a shit o good none of em,” I admitted, “e should kick the bloody lot out.”
“Thing is,” Lucy said, “If we moved in that nice three bed down Abbotoire Road as I got me eye on.”
“Yes?” I said, “We could let big house out as flats, send the older girls down pit, lend youngest to chimney sweep, and set our Mam up in her own whore house and charge her rent.”
I were gob smacked. Porn “Two Haddock and a bag o’ chips,” I says, “And what ever thee’s having,” I gestured towards our Lucy. Finest pit int’ whole world.
